“I don't mind your showing me your legs... it's a pleasure to make their acquaintance”

The mean streets were still dark with something more than night. 

He had done his research, like gumshoes do - mostly in the apartments of tall blondes.  Killer heels were history; wedges and braided sandals were to die for. 

 Jack Slipper set up his stall, lit a cigarette and waited.

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