A short story featuring Detective Alo Nudger.

Excerpt

Nudger walked into the Kit-Kat lounge and looked around, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dimness. It was ten a.m. and the lounge was barren of customers. That was okay. The person he wanted to talk with stood behind the long, vinyl-padded bar, idly leafing through a newspaper. Lani Katlo was her name, proprietor and manager of the Kit-Kat. She was a woman sneaking up on menopause, attractive in a still youthful if shopworn fashion. When she saw Nudger approaching the bar, she smiled and nodded, waiting for him to order.

"Coffee if you have it," Nudger told her.

"We don't. There's a restaurant across the street." Her smile remained, taking any edge off her words.

"Never mind," Nudger said. "What I really want is to talk, Lani." He handed her one of his cards with his Saint Louis address.

She appeared vaguely surprised that he knew her name as she accepted the card and folded the newspaper closed. "You're in what line of work," she asked, studying the card, "that brings you to Florida?"

"I'm a private detective," Nudger told her.

John Lutz Short Story Collection

Kitty
Plague
Shell Game
Stutter Step
The President’s Cat Is Missing
Thieves′ Honor
Typographical Error
With Anchovies
Veterans

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