“Well, officer, it’s not really Joey’s fault. He’s always been a hep cat, mixing it up with the guys in the band. If it wasn’t for that hot mama in the red dress making eyes at him, all woulda been fine and dandy.” “Are you saying it was a fight over some broad?”the detective sneered. “She was a dish alright, but Joey gave the bar guy a Lincoln to serve her a couple of martinis. Her regular Joe, Pete, didn’t take that well. And that’s when the brawl started.”
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