Shooting your partner dead isn’t exactly good for business. Mayday Sheridan had drawn up the big window’s dusty jalousie so he could see outside. Mayday’s erstwhile partner, “Keyhole” Keogh, had always insisted that it be kept down and closed when he was in the office because he hated the idea of being watched by passersby. But Keyhole was nothing but a stiff now, so the hell with him. The sunlight cast a fuzzy shadow of the window’s stupid lettering onto the floor: Of course, another factor in how crappy the agency was doing right now was that Keyhole had been