"I didn't start out to be a private eye. I thought I was gonna be a secretary-get my boss his java in the morning, take letters, and so on. Hell, I didn't get my degree in steno to put my life on the line. It was true I wanted an interesting job, but that I'd end up a PI myself . . . it never entered my mind." New York, 1943. Almost anything in pants has gone to serve Uncle Sam in the war-including Woody Mason, the head of a detective agency...