The woman screamed as he touched her... “Good God, you’re not Ralph.” Of course, he wasn’t Ralph. He was private eye Mike Shayne, trying to catch a little sleep in his own apartment-until a gorgeous doll slipped through the door, made herself delightfully at home, and then crawled into bed with him. Who was she? How had she known the layout of Shayne’s apartment in the dark? How had she gotten ...