MATT CADD, PRIVATE EYE: The Honey Pot

Honey was the perfect secretary: blonde, built, single. But no dating the boss.

"You're fired," Matt Cadd decided. "Dinner, doll?"

"What would mother say? Out of a job, dating the old boss . . . "

He shrugged, stumped.

Feral eyes glowed. "She'd say 'Swell, sweetie. He took the bait. Now set the hook.' "


Fifty words is all you get in the mean streets of MC mini-sagas.