THE GIRL FROM “LITTLE CUBA”

   The girl sitting across from me in the dark fleabag saloon narrowed her eyes. "What does Pedro Tamayo have that you want so much" she asked in a low voice.
    That's really between Tamayo and me, isn't it?"
    She leaned toward me. "If I were able to take you to him, how would you reward me?"
    I told her, and for a starter I slipped her a ten. This was the point where the doxies left for the powder room and never came back—unless they thought they could work a guy for more.
    But this one came back.
    She shouldn't have.
    Within twelve hours she was murdered, a bullet through her breast as she lay naked on the floor of the shower stall—a bullet from my gun, in my motel room, my fingerprints everywhere... and my description already in the hands of the killers who were out to make certain I'd never find Tamayo...