The official looked unhappy enough to cry and his face was getting dangerously red. Breen quietly stepped forward and slipped his raincoat around the shoulders of the girl.
She looked startled and spoke for the first time. “Uh, thanks.” She pulled the coat about her, cape fashion.
The female attorney glanced at Breen then back to the cop. “Well, officer? Ready to arrest us?”
He shoved his face close to hers. “I ain’t going to give you the satisfaction!” He sighed and added, “Thanks, Mr. Breen. You know this lady?”
“I’ll take care of her. You can forget it, Kawonski.”
“I sure hope so. If she’s with you, I’ll do just that. But get her out of here, Mr. Breen please!”
The lawyer interrupted. “Just a moment you’re interfering with my client.”
Kawonski said, “Shut up, you! You heard Mr. Breen, she’s with him. Right, Mr. Breen?”
“Well yes. I’m a friend. I’ll take care of her.
The transvestite said suspiciously, “I didn’t hear her say that.
Her companion said, “Grace please! There’s our bus.
“And I didn’t hear her say she was your client,” the cop retorted. “You look like a” His words were drowned out by the bus’s brakes, “and besides that, if you don’t climb on that bus and get off my territory, I’ll…I’ll…
“You’ll what?
“Grace! We’ll miss our bus.
“Just a moment, Norman. Dear, is this man really a friend of yours? Are you with him?
The girl looked uncertainly at Breen, then said in a low voice, “Uh, yes. That’s right.
“Well…” The lawyer’s companion pulled at her arm
She shoved her card into Breen’s hand and got on the bus; it pulled away
Breen pocketed the card. Kawonski wiped his forehead
“Why did you do it, lady?” he said peevishly
The girl looked puzzled. “I…I don’t know.
“You hear that, Mr. Breen? That’s what they all say. And if you pull ’em in, there’s six more the next day. The Chief said” He sighed. “The Chief said well, if I had arrested her like that female shyster wanted me to. I’d be out at a hundred and ninety-sixth and Ploughed Ground tomorrow morning, thinking about retirement. So get her out of here, will you?
The girl said, “But —
“No ‘buts,’ lady. Just be glad a real gentleman like Mr
Breen is willing to help you.” He gathered up her clothes, handed them to her. When she reached for them she again exposed an uncustomary amount of skin; Kawonski hastily gave them to Breen instead, who crowded them into his coat pockets
She let Breen lead her to where his car was parked, got in and tucked the raincoat around her so that she was rather more dressed than a girl usually is. She looked at him
She saw a medium-sized and undistinguished man who was slipping down the wrong side of thirty-five and looked older. His eyes had that mild and slightly naked look of the habitual spectacles wearer who is not at the moment with glasses; his hair was gray at the temples and thin on top
His herringbone suit, black shoes, white shirt, and neat tie smacked more of the East than of California
He saw a face which he classified as “pretty” and “whole some” rather than “beautiful” and “glamorous,” It was topped by a healthy mop of light brown hair. He set her age at twenty-five, give or take eighteen months. He smiled gently, climbed in without speaking and started his car
He turned up Doheny Drive and east on Sunset. Near La Cienega he slowed down. “Feeling better?
“Uh, I guess so Mr.’Breen’?
“Call me Potiphar. What’s your name? Don’t tell me if you don’t want to,
“Me? I’m…I’m Meade Barstow.
“Thank you, Meade. Where do you want to go? Home?
“I suppose so. Oh my no! I can’t go home like this.
She clutched the coat tightly to her
“Parents?
“No. My landlady. She’d be shocked to death.
“Where, then?
She thought. “Maybe we could stop at a filling station and I could sneak into the ladies’ room.
“Mmm,…maybe. See here, Meademy house is six blocks from here and has a garage entrance. You could get inside without being seen.” He looked at her