For all the warm-hearted, caring people who take in homeless cats and work tirelessly in animal rescue
Contents
Title Page
Dedication
Previously in Midnight Louie’s Lives and Times …
Chapter 1: Temple Barr, PI
Chapter 2: A Very Feral Fellow
Chapter 3: Violets Are Blue
Chapter 4: Dead Last
Chapter 5: House Warming
Chapter 6: Home, Sweat Home
Chapter 7: Strangers in the Night
Chapter 8: Dry-Gulched
Chapter 9: What a Lousy Lot
Chapter 10: Gathering Vultures
Chapter 11: Crime’s Her Cup of Tea
Chapter 12: Return Engagement
Chapter 13: She Spat, He Spat
Chapter 14: She Said, He Said
Chapter 15: The Trojan Men
Chapter 16: Social Catworking
Chapter 17: Up for Grabs
Chapter 18: Unlikely Bedfellows
Chapter 19: Shock and Awesome
Chapter 20: Set ’Em Up, Max
Chapter 21: The Cactus Garden Cha-Cha
Chapter 22: All Dolled Up
Chapter 23: Break Dancing
Chapter 24: Maxed to Death
Chapter 25: Wait for The Midnight Hour
Chapter 26: Yves of Destruction
Chapter 27: Lies and Alibis
Chapter 28: Home Invasion
Chapter 29: Big Pussycats Have Sharp Ears
Chapter 30: Boys’ Night Out
Chapter 31: Every Silver Cloud …
Chapter 32: The Key to Rebecca
Chapter 33: In the Hot Sauce
Chapter 34: Pooling Resources
Chapter 35: Candle in the Wind
Chapter 36: The French Resistance
Chapter 37: Prime-Time Tail
Chapter 38: Rafi, with Fries, to Go
Chapter 39: Living Doll
Chapter 40: Boxing Day
Chapter 41: Convoy: Beware of Bears
Chapter 42: Little Girl Lost
Chapter 43: Goldilocks Boxed
Chapter 44: Away All Cats!
Chapter 45: Showdown at the Shrine
Chapter 46: Burned Out
Chapter 47: Four-Posters and Postmortems
Chapter 48: A Black Mood
Chapter 49: All’s Swell That Ends Swell
Chapter 50: Done and Gone
Chapter 51: Hanging Out
Tailpiece: Midnight Louie Deplores the State of Things
Tailpiece: Miss Carole Nelson Douglas Sighs Heavily
By Carole Nelson Douglas from Tom Doherty Associates
Copyright
Previously in
Midnight Louie’s Lives and Times …
Las Vegas is my beat.
And take it from me: now that the economy is down, the heat is up. I am not just talking about the Strip when the temperature hits the low hundreds.
Even the biggest names in this rambling, gambling entertainment capital are no longer feeling the love as they used to. Still, visitors can get some great deals in Vegas nowadays, and not just at the casino tables.
The lights, the security and tourist cameras, the action remain as bright and frenetic as always. The landmark hotel-casinos and allied institutions are still puttin’ on the glitz.
Me, I have always kept a low profile for a Las Vegas institution.
You do not hear about me on the nightly news. That is how I like it.
That is the way any primo PI would like it. The name is Louie—Midnight Louie. I am a noir kind of guy, inside and out. I like my nightlife shaken, not stirred.Being short, dark, and handsome—really short—gets me overlooked and underestimated, which is what the savvy operative wants anyway. I am your perfect undercover guy. I also like to hunker down under the covers with my little doll.