Blues II: Slipping Into Darkness Chapter Fourteen After I left the massage parlor, I felt downhearted and discouraged. I really hadn’t learned anything there, other than it could easily be a modern brothel, a house of pornography, and it was scheduled to close at 2:00 A.M. I could tell how each r...
Blues III: Five Smooth Stones Chapter Thirteen That next week, I think I was still in a state of shock after I left the office of Romero’s lawyer, Attorney Stein, in Pasadena. It had been a couple of weeks since I received Romero’s posthumous phone message, but, after handling the kidnapping case...