Noirette 4-line series (JBF), #1 of 8

It was a warm, moist night in Rochester. The fog from the lake clung to the buildings and trees along the sidewalks like chiffon on a hot blonde on a tropical night.   Mike Hammer could feel the sweat of  his palm as the door eased open.   His breath was shallow and his finger squeezed the trigger slowly, pulling it gently toward him.  Hammer time.       ~ series by Jere Fletcher, (c) 2010