Mannion ripped the last page from the typewriter and handed the copy to Brogan. "Story like this could blow the lid off this town," the editor said. "Power of the press, baby," Mannion said, then he watched in horror as Brogan tore the pages into shreds. "Too bad nobody's ever going to read it," Brogan said.
"You should have played ball when you had the chance, Lance darling."
Mannion looked up to see Lila standing in Brogan's office doorway. She was holding a snub-nosed .38, which she proceeded to empty in his direction.
Half an hour later, with Clancy's G-Men taking her away in cuffs and Brogan's body still lying dead there on the floor, Clancy said, "I thought they were in this together."
"They were," Mannion said.
"But she put six slugs into him."
"They were all meant for me," Mannion said. Clancy stared at him. Mannion pushed his fedora back on his head and grinned. He said, "You know how in the movies there's a scene where the girl you thought was plain unpins her hair and takes off her glasses and all of a sudden you see she's really a knockout?"
Mannion said, "You think all those girls remember to put their glasses back on after?"