It was past midnight when Jerry Coonan left the cocktail bar with a tall blond in a mink coat. On the way out he gave the high sign to Red Stafford and Shorty Burton sitting idly at the bar waiting for the tip off and as he guided her out the front door he could see them get off their stools and prepare to leave. Jerry chuckled softly to himself; the blond was dumb and rich. The diamond pendant around her neck ought to bring $10,000 at least and he’d mentally appraised the square cut emerald on her hand $5000 more…
