G. F. Kaye

As the light changed, Marlowe shivered. Shaking her head sadly, she stepped off the curb. The past few nights had been cold, but the world was a little bit of a colder place tonight, she thought before determining it would get real hot, real quick, for somebody when she found them. Abe the News had been her friend. You didn't screw with Jerry Marlowe's friends, and you damned sure didn't kill one of them.