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.Now, follow this train of thought: I have asthma.That man had a slight wheeze.I remembered that he called me out of the blue several years ago.He wheezed, and we discussed asthma.He said he heard two men in an elevator discussing my service and got the Premier Escorts number out of the Beverly Hills Yellow Pages, where frankly I advertise my more legitimate escort business.I set the man up with a few dates and _that was that_.Satisfied?""And you don't recall which girls he selected.""Correct.""And he never came in to look at your picture file.""Correct.""And of course you don't keep a pseudonym file on your clients."_Tap tap_."Correct, and Jesus Christ, they'll tee off without me.Now, Mr.Policeman Friend of Pete's Who I Have Humored Past the Point of Courtesy, please--"In his face: "_Sit down.Don't move.Don't pick up the phone_."He kowtowed--twitching and fuming dark red.File cabinets--nine drawers--go--Unlocked, manilla folders, side tabs.Male names--lying old whoremaster fuck.Alphabetical: "Amour,Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlPhil," "Anon, Dick," "Arden, Joseph"--Pull it:No real name/no address/no phone number.Ancelet: "This is a rank invasion of privacy!"Assignations:7/14/56, 8/1/56, 8/3/56--Lacey Kartoonian--call her Lucille.9/4/56, 9/11/56--Susan Ann Glynn, a footnote: "Make this girl use a pseudonym: I think she wants clients to be able to locate her thru normal channels to avoid paying commission.""They are on the second hole already!"I yanked drawers--one, two, three, four--male names only.Five, six, seven--initialed folders/nude whore pix."Get out now, you fucking hard-on voyeur, before I call Mort Riddick!"Yanking folders--no L.K., no Lucille pictures--"Karen, call Mort Riddick at the station!"I yanked _his_ phone out by the cord--watch his face throb.My own throbs: fuck L.K., find G.B.--"Mr.Ancelet, Mort's on his way!"No L.K., files dwindling.There, G.B.paydirt--"Gloria Benson" in brackets.Glenda's movie name-she said she chose it.I grabbed the file, grabbed the tape rig and hauled.Outside, my car-- I peeled rubber-down to my jurisdiction.Look:Two nude snapshots dated 3/56--Glenda looked embarrassed.Four "dates" listed, a note: "A headstrong girl who went back to carhopping."I ripped it all up.I hit my siren out of pure fucking joy.CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOGenerated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlOne Susan Ann Glynn DMV-listed--Ocean View Drive, Redondo Beach.Twenty minutes south.A clapboard shack, no view-- a pregnant woman on the porch.I parked and walked up.Blond, mid-twenties--DMV stat bullseye."Are you Susan Ann Glynn?"She patted a sit-down place.Expectant: cigarettes, magazines."You're the policeman Doug called about?"I sat down."He _warned_ you?""Uh-huh.He said you looked through an old trick file that had my name on it.He said you might come to see me and make trouble like you did with him.I said I sure hope he makes it before three-thirty, when my husband gets home."Noon now."Your husband doesn't know what you used to do?"A kid yelping inside--she lit a cigarette on reflex."Uh-uh.And I bet if I cooperate with you, you won't tell him.""That's right."She coughed, smiled."The baby kicked.Now, uh, Doug said the trick was Joseph Arden, so I put on my thinking cap.This isn't for murder or anything like that, is it? Because that man behaved like a gentleman.""I'm investigating a burglary."Cough, wince."You know, I remember that I liked that man.I remember him good because Doug said be nice 'cause this other service girl gave him the clap, and he had to get it treated.""Did he tell you his real name?""No.I used _my_ real name at the service for a while, but Doug accused me of trying to recruit customers for myself, so I stopped.""What did Joseph Arden look like?""Nice looking.Cultured looking.Maybe in his late forties.He looked like he had money.""Tall, short, heavy, slender?""Maybe six feet.I guess you'd say he had a medium build.Blue eyes, I think.What I guess you'd call medium-brown hair."I showed the sketch."Does this look like him?"Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"This man looks too young.The chin sort of reminds me of him, though."Noise inside--Susan winced.Check her magazines: _Photoplay_, _Bride's_."Do you know what mug shots are?""Uh-huh, from the TV.Pictures of criminals."Soft: "Would you--?""No" shakes--emphatic."Mister, this man was no criminal.I could look at your pictures until this new baby of mine has her sweet sixteen and never see his face.""Did he mention a son named Richie?""We didn't talk much, but on like our second date he said his wife just tried to kill herself [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Now, follow this train of thought: I have asthma.That man had a slight wheeze.I remembered that he called me out of the blue several years ago.He wheezed, and we discussed asthma.He said he heard two men in an elevator discussing my service and got the Premier Escorts number out of the Beverly Hills Yellow Pages, where frankly I advertise my more legitimate escort business.I set the man up with a few dates and _that was that_.Satisfied?""And you don't recall which girls he selected.""Correct.""And he never came in to look at your picture file.""Correct.""And of course you don't keep a pseudonym file on your clients."_Tap tap_."Correct, and Jesus Christ, they'll tee off without me.Now, Mr.Policeman Friend of Pete's Who I Have Humored Past the Point of Courtesy, please--"In his face: "_Sit down.Don't move.Don't pick up the phone_."He kowtowed--twitching and fuming dark red.File cabinets--nine drawers--go--Unlocked, manilla folders, side tabs.Male names--lying old whoremaster fuck.Alphabetical: "Amour,Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlPhil," "Anon, Dick," "Arden, Joseph"--Pull it:No real name/no address/no phone number.Ancelet: "This is a rank invasion of privacy!"Assignations:7/14/56, 8/1/56, 8/3/56--Lacey Kartoonian--call her Lucille.9/4/56, 9/11/56--Susan Ann Glynn, a footnote: "Make this girl use a pseudonym: I think she wants clients to be able to locate her thru normal channels to avoid paying commission.""They are on the second hole already!"I yanked drawers--one, two, three, four--male names only.Five, six, seven--initialed folders/nude whore pix."Get out now, you fucking hard-on voyeur, before I call Mort Riddick!"Yanking folders--no L.K., no Lucille pictures--"Karen, call Mort Riddick at the station!"I yanked _his_ phone out by the cord--watch his face throb.My own throbs: fuck L.K., find G.B.--"Mr.Ancelet, Mort's on his way!"No L.K., files dwindling.There, G.B.paydirt--"Gloria Benson" in brackets.Glenda's movie name-she said she chose it.I grabbed the file, grabbed the tape rig and hauled.Outside, my car-- I peeled rubber-down to my jurisdiction.Look:Two nude snapshots dated 3/56--Glenda looked embarrassed.Four "dates" listed, a note: "A headstrong girl who went back to carhopping."I ripped it all up.I hit my siren out of pure fucking joy.CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOGenerated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlOne Susan Ann Glynn DMV-listed--Ocean View Drive, Redondo Beach.Twenty minutes south.A clapboard shack, no view-- a pregnant woman on the porch.I parked and walked up.Blond, mid-twenties--DMV stat bullseye."Are you Susan Ann Glynn?"She patted a sit-down place.Expectant: cigarettes, magazines."You're the policeman Doug called about?"I sat down."He _warned_ you?""Uh-huh.He said you looked through an old trick file that had my name on it.He said you might come to see me and make trouble like you did with him.I said I sure hope he makes it before three-thirty, when my husband gets home."Noon now."Your husband doesn't know what you used to do?"A kid yelping inside--she lit a cigarette on reflex."Uh-uh.And I bet if I cooperate with you, you won't tell him.""That's right."She coughed, smiled."The baby kicked.Now, uh, Doug said the trick was Joseph Arden, so I put on my thinking cap.This isn't for murder or anything like that, is it? Because that man behaved like a gentleman.""I'm investigating a burglary."Cough, wince."You know, I remember that I liked that man.I remember him good because Doug said be nice 'cause this other service girl gave him the clap, and he had to get it treated.""Did he tell you his real name?""No.I used _my_ real name at the service for a while, but Doug accused me of trying to recruit customers for myself, so I stopped.""What did Joseph Arden look like?""Nice looking.Cultured looking.Maybe in his late forties.He looked like he had money.""Tall, short, heavy, slender?""Maybe six feet.I guess you'd say he had a medium build.Blue eyes, I think.What I guess you'd call medium-brown hair."I showed the sketch."Does this look like him?"Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"This man looks too young.The chin sort of reminds me of him, though."Noise inside--Susan winced.Check her magazines: _Photoplay_, _Bride's_."Do you know what mug shots are?""Uh-huh, from the TV.Pictures of criminals."Soft: "Would you--?""No" shakes--emphatic."Mister, this man was no criminal.I could look at your pictures until this new baby of mine has her sweet sixteen and never see his face.""Did he mention a son named Richie?""We didn't talk much, but on like our second date he said his wife just tried to kill herself [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]