Pierce Hale, Private Eye: Shoulder Pads and “Johnny Mop”

A late summer’s evening in post-war 1940’s Miami, and I guess you get so used to gunfire that after a while you don’t pay much attention to it. Unless, of course, the bullets hit the bricks above your head. I reached out to grab my lady to pull her down.. but she was already lying on the sidewalk, arms over …