The Perilous Lover of Tootsie Monroe

The merciless city dealt a knavish hand tonight. Tootsie Monroe should have been losing herself in a velvet hour. Instead, she bled through dusk, protecting evidence and the bootlegger she loved. Now she stands in a bullet-riddled cobblestone alley, bracing for the appointed midnight gunfight. Will the young detective bet it all on black, dreaming of tomorrow and a boogie-woogie sealed with Lena's sweet cognac kiss?