Early in the morning the maids throw a lot of cleaning supplies about, and the busboys seem to love dropping trays. Even though Lockwood was paying $80 a month, he had learned to expect the hotel’s noise. Still, there seemed to be a lot more noise than usual this morning. ...
Laplattanier was driving, with Mickey Mississippi seated by the door, scratching himself, plucking at himself, patting himself, an unending paroxysm of nervous gestures. Suddenly, Bomps had lunged at the door, jerked down the handle, and then shoved at the screaming Mississippi, pushing him out t...
Lockwood complained, and then tossed the travel folders back across Hilda’s desk. Hilda smiled her sullen smile, not an expression that relaxed anyone. “I keep thinking I’ve seen you somewhere before, Mr. Parker,” she said. “...
Lt. Jimbo Brannigan asked Lockwood the next morning at the headquarters of the Midtown Precinct. He shifted his great bulk in the battered swivel chair and held two small objects to the light. “I pulled them out of the hall of a cathouse,” Lockwood offered. &nb...