The Girl with the Sweet Plump Knees

Doll Baby just sat there, blinking her long black lashes and drawing on her long white cigarette. "You've got to help me, Petey Boy," she said. "They're after me. Two of 'em."If someone had to be tailed, Doll Baby sure made a likely target. But something else about this case didn't stack up. And it wasn't Doll Baby. She was doing just fine...