It was one of those quiet nights when the Big City seemed to be taking a nap. I was just thinking about slipping over to Jazzy Bluzz for a beer and a burger. When the phone rang.

I snatched it up and started my spew. “QJ Rouge Investi.........”

I was cut off.

It was Skinny Martin. I could hear the fear in voice.

“They’re gonna kill me QJ Ya gotta help me! I saw.....” Those were the last words he ever spoke to me or maybe to any one. The phone line went dead before I could answer.