Wrong Again

I can't get the dame off my mind.
Those eyes a deep liquid brown.
Never mix business and pleasure, Sam.

The case once open, now closed.
A kiss and one hundred bones.
All for a game of punch the P.I.

Three cigarettes and two whiskies later,
my mind makes the leap about her old man.
All while sitting at Jake's Jazz Emporium.

The old guy alters his will
and dies of unknown causes.
The answer: he's not dead.

How do I know?
Five thugs tried to capture me.
Five more just walked in
and tried to kill me.