By Brett Halliday
Mike Shayne befriends a dancer in a Miami hotspot.
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Lawry sauntered away. Shayne sat down and requested, “What do you want to devour, Dorinda? We have been simply ordering. ” “Oh—I’m starved. I’d love a steak. A thick, juicy one, infrequent. ” Her voice was once friendly, with a touch of dropped rs, but with cultural overtones. “So say we all,” Rourke chimed in, and leaving the ordering to Shayne he grew to become on all his expert attraction and engaged Dorinda in dialog. The soaring waiter seemed at Shayne’s aspect. He ordered steak dinners with conscientiously chosen greens, salad, and dessert. whilst the waiter left the desk, Dorinda used to be asserting, “I—I’ve by no means been interviewed sooner than, Mr. Rourke. You’ll need to aid me. ” “Just supply me a few common heritage first,” he instructed her cheerfully. “What’s your actual identify? ” “Julia? ” Shayne interjected. She flashed him a questioned look. “Julia? I don’t comprehend. i used to be christened Dorinda. ” She appealed to Rourke, asking, “Isn’t that sufficient? You don’t want my final identify. ” “Just for the record,” he coaxed. “I’d particularly not,” she stated flippantly. “A lot of stars simply have one identify. You get forward speedier that way—with a kind of puzzle, and—well—” “I didn’t discover they taught your kind of dancing at Rollins College,” Shayne broke in. She checked out him with huge, shocked eyes. “Rollins? Are you kidding me, Mr. Shayne? My mother taught me every little thing i do know approximately dancing. ” “Your mom taught you to bop? ” he requested pointedly. “Sure. mother used to be an excellent dancer—ballet. ” Her complete purple lips tightened sullenly. “But she’d most likely bring to a halt my legs if she figured out what I’m doing right here. ” back she grew to become to Rourke. “That’s why I don’t wish you to print my final identify. Or my photograph, both. She may possibly ensue to determine it within the paper. ” Dorinda shifted her place to stand Rourke, and looking at progressively into his eyes, she informed him of a early life and early teen-years in a convent whereas her mom trouped worldwide, dancing. Shayne sipped cognac and listened, learning Dorinda’s cherubic profile, and angrily brooding about how lengthy the road may expand if the entire night-club dancers who claimed to have spent their formative years in convents have been put horizontally head to toe. He didn’t communicate till the waiter set 3 scorching steaks at the desk, replete with greens, in rectangular platters. The interview ended speedily, and while she grew to become her awareness from the reporter to the steak, Shayne stated, “How do you're thinking that Mrs. Davis felt final evening while she sat right here and watched you dance—and should you refused to acknowledge her even after she despatched a observe again to you? ” “Mrs. Davis? ” She checked out him in astonishment. “I—I don’t consider any Mrs. Davis,” she acknowledged after a second of frowning idea. Shayne used to be questioned. If the woman was once mendacity, she was once not just a great dancer, but in addition an actress—a moment Duse. He watched her choose up her knife and fork and assault the steak with the avidity of any common, hungry child. Rourke poured himself a double shot of Monnet, drank half it, thought of his plate with distaste, and requested, “Where is your mom, Dorinda? ” “She’s no longer in 1000 miles of Miami.