Morphine pops kept me calm and crazy exultant. This crazy notion: you walked.
Not yet.
CHAPTER SIXTY
I bought a new clunker–two hundred dollars cash. I took a detour airport-bound: Side 247
Ellroy – White Jazz
1684 South Tremaine.
8:00 A.M.–quiet, peaceful.
Voices inside-bellicose male.
I walked back, tried the rear door–unlocked. Laundry room, kitchen door–yank it.
J.C. and Tommy at the table, guzzling beer.
Say what?
What the–
J.C. first–silencer THWAP–brains out his ears. Tommy, beer bottle raised–THWAP–glass in his rium indefinitely.
The City Council agreed and voted in Dudley Smith’s pension unanimously. Chief Exley told reporters: “It’s important that Captam Smith remains contained and receives the care he deserves. He’ll be safe and secure, and he’ll be able to live out his days free of the taxing problems of police work.”
Dudley L. Smith, hero. May those days stretch long and peacefully.
PART FIVE. HUSHABYE
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