T.N.T. packed in satin! Lorena Dahl had her fingers on the straps of the halter and Dane knew she was going to rip them away. "Cut it out," he warned her. "It's strictly business between you and me!" "I know a hotel," the girl breathed. "Just around the corner. We can talk business there." "I want to know about the pictures," the detective insisted. "The pictures of you and the man who got himself killed this afternoon!" "Not here," she said toying dangerously with the front of her dress. Every eye in the night club was on their table. Dane knew he was being framed. A perfect frame. "Let's go," he said.Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy