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When I met her I'd just gotten canned, broke it off with the old lady. The business was hurtin' and I thought it was 'bout time to call it quits when she walked in. She had slender pins that went on for miles and deep, dark eyes, that could burn a whole right through ya if you let 'em. There was a smoke between her fingers, held so lightly you'd think the thing was gonna fall to the ground and when she brought it to the bright center of her mouth, I couldn't help but watch. The smoke escaped as she spoke, her voice was quiet but firm.

This dame was dangerous, her voice said one thing and her body another. Her husband, she told me, was a drinker and when he got to drinking he'd take it out on her. The coppers weren't doing nothing about it, no matter how much she pleaded. He was a big shot, paid 'em off to look the other way and she was at my door step beggin' for redemption.

I knew right then that this was a bad idea but the tug of her voice was too much to resist and the pleading in her eyes wasn't doing me any good either.

Eventually she asked what I knew she was gettin' to all along. "Plug 'em for me, Milt. Then we can be together, for real this time." Her voice was lilting and soft, like poison it seeped into me and I couldn't refuse. When all was said and done, she bolted as fast she could and I was left to deal with mess she left behind.

You asked me if I did it, I did. If you knew this broad's game, you'dve done it too.