RANSVESTIA

that cool detective, Hamilton. He had practically forced Candy to wear that fancy dress with the thin straps and the low, low cleavage. Candy was glad she had used the adhesive to help keep the dress attached to her non-existent boobs. Still, it was better than being a sex-change freak like so many 'girls' she'd known before, Hamilton knew where Phelan would,,,bring me, she thought, and now her confidence in him soeared. She was glad that he was listening into the transmitter secured behind her left, liquid-insert breast.

Candy had never met Jack Buck before but she recognized him instantly from Hamilton's description. As he rose from his table to greet Candy, his face broke out into a beaming smile. His flat, sausage-like fingers squashed together, and the two heavily made-up brunettes. looking daggers at Candy, imme- diately left the dinner table. The three men with Old Man Buck also stood and waited while the old man hustled over to Candy, took her coat, handed it to the waiter and escorted the blonde to one of the vacated chairs. He took in Candy's figure with an appreciative glance and Candy was glad of the natural bounce that her inserts gave to her chest.

"I ought to have guessed it would have been you," said Candy naturally. "No-one else but the Bucks would have been interested in freeing me from the clutches of the police."

"Not Buck, please." Buck's dark, bushy eyebrows con- tracted. "I am Don Giovanni Buccarese, and this is my family." The wave of his pudgy hand took in the three hard-faced gun- men at their table as well as the rest of the carpeted, velvet covered walls and softly lit tables of the club.

"Don Giovanni," Candy agreed after a moment's silence. At Buck's motion, one of three men poured a glass a red wine and placed it in front of Candy.

There was admiration in the older man's eyes as he looked at Candy. "Lou sure had fine taste," Jack Buck said as he raised his glass to her. "It's a pity he's not here with us this evening."

Candy lifted the glass and took a small sip of the strong, red liquid. She tried to look back into the dark brown, almost bird-like eyes, but was forced to break away from the power of the old man's gaze. He bellowed with laughter and slammed his hand down hard on the red table cloth as Candy glanced away. "More wine," he shouted across the club to the ghost- like waiter and, in moments, a new, full decanter was placed at the table in front of him.

"Tell me, Candy," the old man was smiling, but his eyes were quite still. "Who else was in the apartment on the night Lou was killed? What became of the other man who was there?::

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