Honey West #2 - Requiem for Anne Francis
I wasn't really planning to post any of this, which came out a few weeks ago. But I just found out Honey's portrayer Anne Francis died Monday, so this seemed a fitting way to recognize.
You may recall in issue 1, Killer on the Keys Part 1: Bikini Death, ocelot-owning P.I. Honey West was hired to go undercover as a go-go dancer at the Purple Pussy to find out who killed the accompanist and the waitress he was canoodling with. Another dancer landed in the hospital after dancing in a bikini treated with poisoned day-glo paint, a bikini meant for Honey!
When we left our heroine, she had stormed off to confront the hippie-chick dressmaker Velvet who made the bikini, only to be sucked into a Happening that left Velvet shot dead with a prop gun meant to contain only blanks. Issue 2 picks up with hunka-hunka burnin' JUSTICE Lt. Mark Storm arriving on the scene to find Honey standing over Velvet's body in "Killer on the Keys Part 2: Requiem for a Dressmaker."
( She's dead, Mark. Five minutes ago she was laughing... )
4 pages out of a 22 page story. R.I.P., Anne. May your forever abode be filled with slinky catsuits and leopard-print sheaths, cool cocktails, and plenty of tall, dark and handsome strangers to trade entendres with.
You may recall in issue 1, Killer on the Keys Part 1: Bikini Death, ocelot-owning P.I. Honey West was hired to go undercover as a go-go dancer at the Purple Pussy to find out who killed the accompanist and the waitress he was canoodling with. Another dancer landed in the hospital after dancing in a bikini treated with poisoned day-glo paint, a bikini meant for Honey!
When we left our heroine, she had stormed off to confront the hippie-chick dressmaker Velvet who made the bikini, only to be sucked into a Happening that left Velvet shot dead with a prop gun meant to contain only blanks. Issue 2 picks up with hunka-hunka burnin' JUSTICE Lt. Mark Storm arriving on the scene to find Honey standing over Velvet's body in "Killer on the Keys Part 2: Requiem for a Dressmaker."
( She's dead, Mark. Five minutes ago she was laughing... )
4 pages out of a 22 page story. R.I.P., Anne. May your forever abode be filled with slinky catsuits and leopard-print sheaths, cool cocktails, and plenty of tall, dark and handsome strangers to trade entendres with.