Detective Pack Studjaw rammed the door open, to find a body, a smoking gun, and an incredibly beautiful woman, lounging in a chair and smoking a dark, foreign looking cigarette.

"You have an alibi, doll?"

Silently, sleek, like a black cat, she stood up and ran her finger down his cheek. That look was the only alibi she'd need...

"Why, I was here, in the bedroom..."