Whatever Happened To Yvonne LeDoux? Part 1

My series of stories here, entitled Whatever Happened to Yvonne LeDoux? are derived from a 1950 noir, starring Charles McGraw as Lieutenant Jim Cordell, Adele Jergens as Mrs. Benny McBride (Yvonne LeDoux), William Talman as Dave Purvis, Douglas Fowleyas Benny McBride, Steve Brodie as Al Mapes, Don McGuire as Detective Danny Ryan, Don Haggerty as detective driving final pursuit car, James Flavin as Lieutenant Phillips, and Gene Evans as William ‘Ace’ Foster.  Directed by Richard Fleischer.

I allowed myself to imagine what might have happened to the woman who got away, after the robbery, and where she might be.

You might call it a sequel, like Rocky, Rocky2, etc.

Los Angeles 1952

The place was barely respectable.  When I walked in – it was about four pm – it looked haunted, old men in raincoats, pretty shabby, mostly bums.  One bright guy was busy with something under his coat, but I didn’t want to know.  There was a hefty woman near the front, who started  yelling at the stripper: “Take it off!  Take it all off.  Let’s see what you got, honey!”

Her comments were met with shouts of derision.  Someone called out: “Butch!”

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The Chanteuse and the Derringer

By Mike Lipinski

She Was A Swell Looker

Rena had worked here singing her lungs out for sixteen years. She’d had enough, enough of being an item on the menu. The men imagined her as meat, more delectable than the stuff that was served as food. This was the day she was going to quit. She was going to walk right into Jimmy’s office and tell him she wanted out – or a raise. And it’d have to be a big one. If not, she was going to quit.

Jennie had advised against it.

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The Chanteuse & The Derringer – Conclusion

Never Die Alone

She wasn’t really sure how long she’d stood motionless, with the derringer still in her hand.  A trail of smoke floated freely out the tip of the barrel, like a cigarette.  She noted it without seeing it – just a small piece of the scene of horror in front of her, Jimmy’s eyes in a long stare, as if he’d found something interesting on the ceiling.  A hole in his chest, though it was only the blood she could see, pooling and spreading, a stain she was responsible for.

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