by William P. Lazarus
Bond? James Bond? He couldn’t be James Bond, and probably wasn’t. Unfortunately for Police Sgt. McConnell, the mystery man believes he is the legendary secret agent, and he can’t be dismissed with a shaken-not-stirred vodka martini and a pat on the head. He has information regarding a murder, and he won’t reveal anything unless she plays along. But things get serious when “Bond” starts taking chances with their lives—and the culprits are playing for keeps!