You certainly got that right Ghosthouse, but she did it her way; if you saw a half parked Bentley, in the worst part of town, (where there were jazz clubs) with a couple of winos lolling around on the plush leather back seats (her guard dogs), you were sure to find Nica.
She would be the lady with the British accent wearing a mink, and sporting a long cigarette holder, nodding to the hard-bop; and when the musicians announced a song dedicated to "The Baroness", you knew you had struck gold.