The Diary

I Asked For It!

If there's a doorway into Hell, then it has a green sign over it that spells out Harlem's El Blanco Club. But I had to go inside because that's where Ricci Navarro had Diane Rebow's diary - that little book with dynamite on every page. I pushed my way toward a couple at the bar and asked the man where Navarro was. But it was his girl who answered, leaning forward to make sure I didn't miss seeing her voluptuous figure. "Ricci's upstairs," she said. "You want me to take you there, baby?" The guy with her grabbed my arm, and I knew it was going to be much harder getting out of here than getting in...