Out of the night, she came. She walked into Augie’s place and she sand. Lord, how she sang. She wrapped her voice around a song and the customers loved it.
Then, suddenly she disappeared. She walked out of the club, into the night. There was nothing left behind to show she’d been there … nothing but the body of the man who lay dead on her dressing room floor.
©1957 Jack Webb, Registration Renewed 1985 (P)2012 Audible, Inc.
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