The Pop-Op Caper

The Pop-Op CaperThe room was full of naked blondes. An even dozen of them were sprawled across the blood-soaked Persian rug like so many big, beautiful, broken dolls--and the weasel-faced kid with the wild purple eyes was coming at me, fast, a smoking cannon in each crippled fist. I knew he was kill-crazy. Twelve natural blondes had died under his guns in the last five minutes, and I was next.The kid was grinning, his thin, scarred lips pulled back from pointy little teeth. God, but he was ugly!...