The Wailing Frail
Figuring it out...
Man, I've practically made a career out of babes, but this one really hit me. She had a shape like a three-dimensional dream and I hugged her with my eyes. Right at that first glance, I started trying to memorize her.
She was the - er - figure in a senatorial investigation.
Me? I'm Shell Scott, the cad of a shamus prepared to pursue her to the ends of the earth - if only for the rear view.
She was a living doll, and I meant to keep her that way - even if it killed me!