‘. . . Then Miguel gets his knife out and they start dancin’ around each other, you know: flingin’ themselves upwards from the ground and kind of leapin’ up real high . . . Gee, it was horrible.’The nineteen sixties is a time of leather jackets, cuffed baggy jeans and greasy pompadours.When a gang member is killed, it’s up to investigating officer Murdoch to bring the perpetrator to justice.This satirical story is written in the tradition of B-Grade stories, complete with all the stereotypes, creativity and effects – flaws and all.The characters are purely fictitious. Any similarities with any person, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.The story is not meant to offend. If you may be offended, please don’t download it.