The Corpse [antikvár]

CHAPTER ONE "Can't you think of anything else but sex?" she asked tartly."I don't know," I admitted, "I never tried.""The next time I ride in a cab with you, A1 Wheeler," Annabelle Jackson said breathlessly, pulling her skirt down over her bare thighs, "I'll wear a suit of armor!"I looked up at the battered neon sign that would have spelled out Golden Horseshoe if all the lights had been working. Underneath was a smaller neon which read: Midnight At Midnight."Is this the place?" I asked her.She took my arm determinedly and pulled me through the doorway. We walked down the steps into the cellar."This is the place," Annabelle said. "You'll love it."We found a table against the wall and sat down. It was a big cellar but still just a cellar without air conditioning. It was hot and smoky and you could hardly see a blonde in front of your face. I took a close look at Annabelle for reassurance.A consciously unkempt waiter lolled against the table, leering at Annabelle."What'll it be, folks?" he asked.5