We hope you enjoy this reprint, originally published in Unusual Suspects: Stories of Mystery and Fantasy, edited by Dana Stabenow, Ace Books, 2008.
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Sam Spade’s splayed body was a symphony in black and white on the hellfire-orange carpet of the Inferno Hotel.
It had that pale and wan look down pat. His skin was ashen, his hair and beard stubble gray, his suit pinstriped in silver and dark charcoal, the nearby fedora a soft gray. Only his eyebrows and hatband were black.
So. Who would want to kill Sam Spade?
Who would want to kill Humphrey Bogart, for that matter?
And, legally, could either one of them be murdered?