The cops at the 14th Precinct call it the Meat-Locker. For the nurses at Rosedale, itâs the refrigerated compartments downstairs. Either way, itâs best avoided by a pretty girl who knows too much...and tells. And yes, avoid your last trip to the icebox...at any cost. Eight-Inch Girls. Thatâs what they call Dr. McAllisterâs nurses who attract the wealthy in a scheme to expand the hospital. She employs a leggy Scandinavian who is very persuasive with rich patients: One look at that blonde hair, that mouth, and they canât wait to bequeath large sums. The fact they have to die before the women get the money is a minor wrinkle. Itâs a hospital, after all! But a young nurse is eyeing McAllisterâs job and sheâs gone straight to the CEO. Spying on the girl as she seduces the old fuddy-duddy,