NAKED EYE: Dame With a Hood

DAME WITH A HOOD by WILLIAM BURRILL

So I'm sitting in the Puss 'n' Boots peeler bar belting back the rye when I get the CALL. Trouble with a juvie named Little Red Riding Hood. Yeah, I know, she's hooked up with a bike gang and she's knocked over a couple of variety stores in her time, but I got a soft spot for the Kid. Claims a wolf has eaten her grandma and is sleeping in the old broad's bed in disguise, trying to pass himself as granny. I figured Little Red was back on the stuff but I went out to investigate. It was a wolf all right. Either that or grandma was one of those dames who was meant to be looked at from 100 yards away. I pumped five slugs into him (or her) from my Magnum .357. Like I say, I'm sweet on Red. She kissed me full on the lips and then said, "My what a big Private Dick you are. All the better to..."

You guess the rest.