![]() I had to apply a little muscle to get the goods back, but nothing serious. Then Bernie Ohls in the Sheriff's office put me in touch with a nice little old lady whose hophead son had pinched her late husband's rare coin collection. He was worried, and sweated a lot, but nothing happened and I got paid. He said he was a businessman and I decided to believe him. ![]() He had a blue jaw and wore a gold wristband and a pinkie ring with a ruby in it as big as a boysenberry. I had done a week playing bodyguard to a guy who had flown in from New York on the clipper. She looked left and right and left again-she must have been so good when she was a little girl-then crossed the sunlit street, treading gracefully on her own shadow. She wore a hat, too, a skimpy affair that made it seem as if a small bird had alighted on the side of her hair and settled there happily. Long legs, a slim cream jacket with high shoulders, navy blue pencil skirt. I watched a woman at the corner of Cahuenga and Hollywood, waiting for the light to change. ![]() ![]() Cars trickled past in the street below the dusty window of my office, and a few of the good folks of our fair city ambled along the sidewalk, men in hats, mostly, going nowhere. ![]() The telephone on my desk had the air of something that knows it's being watched. It was one of those Tuesday afternoons in summer when you wonder if the earth has stopped revolving. ![]()
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