"Slammed South of the Border," Mike Hammer, Noirette #3, installments 1 & 2 (of 11 ...)

"Slammed South of the Border," Mike  Hammer, Noirette #3,  installments 1 & 2  (of 11 ...)


It was a wet night.  A drizzle fell through the warm air like a Florida night in spring.  Mike Hammer motored with his window down.  He was reminded of Melinda, their night on the beach, soaked to the rhythm of the waves in the moist breeze.  Pulling into the all-night diner, he got out.  His hand caressed the hard  leather holster holding his .38.  Pie tonight.  Just pie.
   [Part 1 of 11]


He fumbled, but found no change for a tip, none for the toll later.  Heading up the Bronx River Parkway at two a.m., the headlights of  Hammer’s Studebaker were off.  He pulled the Golden Hawk  fast around the tight exit turn, flashed through the stop sign & wheeled on to Central Avenue.  He was sure the Bronx boys were no longer behind him; he had lost them.  After a couple of traffic lights, he turned on the headlights.  The piercing  police siren suddenly got closer.   

 [Part 2 of 11, maybe, or ... ]

                                         ~ series by Jere Fletcher, (c) 2011