Pick Up on Noon Street

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At one minute past seven, Pete Anglisch, a secret agent in the narcotics division, turned over on his hard bed and glanced at the cheap wristwatch on his left wrist. At that moment, he has no idea that he will soon be unwillingly drawn into the dirty trap of the crooked Waltz, and that he will cross paths with a pale, fragile girl in trouble who will "damn well" need his protective hand.