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    Larry Kent: Sidewalk Empire
    Larry Kent: Sidewalk Empire
    Larry Kent: Sidewalk Empire
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    Larry Kent: Sidewalk Empire

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    Larry Kent was on the trail of a master blackmailer. Whoever he was, he was making a fortune from his victims’ misery. One of those victims was a friend of Larry’s, so that made it personal. It also made him determined to find the blackmailer and deal with him by any means necessary, legal or otherwise ...
    But first he had to find his man – always assuming it was a man he was after. There were plenty of women in the frame, too, from the cold-hearted secretary, Lisa Crane, to the dope-addled good-time girl, Jane Davis. Then there was Ralph Harlowe, the actor who’d hit hard times, Denison, the financier who doubled as an amateur hypnotist, and even the one person who should have been above any suspicion at all ... a tough cop called Kruger! (Book 750)

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPiccadilly
    Release dateJul 24, 2019
    ISBN9780463342732
    Larry Kent: Sidewalk Empire
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    Larry Kent

    Larry Kent is the house name of writers who contributed to a series of detective series in the 1950s. Kent worked as a P.I., smoking Luckies and drinking whiskey. His stomping grounds are pure New York, full of Harlem nightclubs and Manhatten steakhouses, but he did occasionally venture further afield, to Vegas, South America, Los Angeles, Berlin, Cuba and even New Jersey.

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      Larry Kent - Larry Kent

      The Home of Great Detective Fiction!

      Larry Kent was on the trail of a master blackmailer. Whoever he was, he was making a fortune from his victims’ misery. One of those victims was a friend of Larry’s, so that made it personal. It also made him determined to find the blackmailer and deal with him by any means necessary, legal or otherwise …

      But first he had to find his man – always assuming it was a man he was after. There were plenty of women in the frame, too, from the cold-hearted secretary, Lisa Crane, to the dope-addled good-time girl, Jane Davis. Then there was Ralph Harlowe, the actor who’d hit hard times, Denison, the financier who doubled as an amateur hypnotist, and even the one person who should have been above any suspicion at all … a tough cop called Kruger!

      LARRY KENT SIDEWALK EMPIRE

      No. 750

      First Published by The Cleveland Publishing Pty Ltd

      Copyright © Piccadilly Publishing

      First Digital Edition: July 2019

      Names, characters and incidents in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information or storage and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author, except where permitted by law.

      This is a Piccadilly Publishing Book - Series Editor: David Whitehead

      Text © Piccadilly Publishing

      Published by Arrangement with The Cleveland Publishing Pty Ltd.

      Chapter 1 … the dirtiest game …

      I stood at the window in my office seven floors above the 42nd Street canyon, and looked down at the Sidewalk Empire. There they were, the people trying to get an edge. Some were satisfied to keep just ahead of circumstances, but others had greed and hunger prodding them on. That negro kid with the transistor radio pressed against his ear; he could wind up a musician, or maybe a boxer, or a thief. That sharp-looking character leaning against the window in the store front. He could be a pusher waiting for a client; he could be a cop, pimp, finger man, anything. Or he could be a blackmailer, the lowest of the low.

      I turned away from the window. Blackmail had entered my mind because of a phone call I’d received that morning. My caller was Eileen Strauss, producer of TV shows. I’d met her about a year back and had seen her at a few showbiz parties since, so we were on a first-name basis.

      Larry, she’d said to me over the phone, I’m in trouble. I’m being blackmailed. I’d like to see you today.

      So I’d arranged to pay her a visit, and now it was time to go. I went down to the street and hailed a cab. My Corvette was in the parking lot beside the office buildings, but R and R Productions, where Eileen Strauss worked, was downtown in an area where parking space was about as common as water buffalo.

      R and R Productions was housed in what had been an office building. The place had a make-do air about it. The reception office, where an organization should show its best face, seemed like it was getting ready for a complete renovation. The three girls, all young, pretty and well put together, wandered around like they were in the wrong office.

      Eileen Strauss? repeated the dizzy-looking blonde, blinking huge blue eyes. Hazel, do you know anybody here named Eileen Strauss?

      She’s the one with the hard mouth, the girl named Hazel said. You know, the one who snapped pieces out of you the other day for getting her a wrong number.

      Oh, that one. She’s with that soap opera, the blonde informed me. Produces or directs or writes or something. Studio A. Just follow the arrows.

      So I followed the arrows to Studio A. The red light was on. Through the glass I could see two women on the set. A scene was being shot.

      There was a tap on my shoulder. It was a skinny fellow with earphones on. He pointed upwards. I turned and saw Eileen Strauss looking down at me from the control gallery, behind a sheet of glass. She beckoned me to her and I crossed over, climbed the stairs, and entered the control room. Eileen planted a kiss on my cheek. She smelled of expensive perfume. Slim and tall, she was groomed to perfection in a green suit that highlighted the emerald green of her eyes and the red of her hair.

      Sorry, darling, she said. One of our actresses got sick and we’ve had to write around her and we’re awfully behind. But there’s just this last scene and then I’ll be free. Make yourself comfortable. She leaned closer. And don’t let anyone know you’re a private detective.

      Right, I said.

      Eileen took the middle chair of five facing TV monitors. Three of the monitors showed the two actresses from different angles.

      React, damn you, Eileen said. React! As though listening to her, the oldest of the two actresses smiled. Eileen punched a button. Sound, she said. Let’s get that damn phone in!

      A pimply faced kid pushed a button and the phone on the set rang. The younger actress got to her feet and crossed the set to a phone table. She picked up the phone.

      Yes? She smiled. Oh, David! Yes, dear, I’m fine. Her smile faded. Oh, what a shame. And I made your favorite casserole. No. I understand, darling. I’ll be all right. Yes, darling. ’Bye.

      She put down the phone and walked back to her chair, her face thoughtful. Eileen pushed a button and caught her in close-up.

      Fine, Eileen said, fine.

      David will be working late tonight, the younger actress said. Ruth, you said you saw Marlene just before you came here. Your office is near David’s. Ruth, was Marlene with David? I ... I have the strangest feeling that you’re keeping something from me. Are you? Tell me, Ruth—are you?

      Music, Eileen said, and a slim girl seated to her left began to fiddle with knobs, fading in music. Up slowly … she punched a button, … and hold. That’s it. Reaction from Ruth. Good, good. All right. Fade to black. We’ll use the twenty-second credit tag for this one. She picked up a microphone. Thank you, my dears, thank you. That was fine.

      The actresses on the set smiled. The slim girl and the pimply-faced kid leaned back in their chairs.

      Larry, Eileen said, flicking a hand towards the girl. My assistant, Rose Thompson. And this is Barry Thornton.

      We exchanged hellos. I took note of the fact that Eileen hadn’t mentioned my surname. She didn’t want her colleagues to start guessing about a visit from a private investigator.

      Take me out for a drink, dear, Eileen said.

      Sure thing.

      She took my arm as we left the control room, then she steered me to an exit door at the side of the building.

      There’s a nice bar just around the corner, she said as we walked up the alley beside the building.

      Kenny’s Bar and Grill was about as dark as a bear’s den. Fat colored candles flickering on the tables did little to relieve the Stygian gloom. We felt our way to a table, sat down, and ordered drinks from a waitress I could barely see.

      How did you like what you saw of the show? Eileen asked.

      I’m not qualified to give an opinion on a soap opera, I said.

      ‘World Without End’ is rated number one, you know.

      That should be good for you, I said.

      Oh, I’m riding high. She smiled and I could just see the shine of her lips in the flickering light; it was a thin smile that had no humor at all in it. I’ll be producing a new serial next month. Ten half-hours a week. Five hundred dollars per half-hour. You tote it up.

      More than a quarter-million a year, I said.

      About a hundred thousand after tax.

      Our drinks came. A scotch on the rocks for me, a double martini for Eileen. Eileen sipped. I waited for her to put the glass down.

      You mentioned blackmail, I said in a low voice.

      A man phoned, she said, her voice cool. He thought he had a great sense of humor. He called himself Mr. Nameless.

      Go on, I said.

      He wants ten thousand dollars.

      For what?

      Photographs and negatives.

      "What’s on the

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