I was lucky to catch Chick Barley as he was clearing his desk."Oh, God!" he exclaimed as I walked into the office we shared. "Look, Dirk, I have a heavy date and she won't wait.""You have the wrong approach. The more you keep them waiting, the hotter they become. What have you got for me?""What do you think we are . . . miracle-workers? I've got something, but it doesn't amount to much." He sat down, looked feverishly at his watch, then pulled open one of his desk drawers. "Here, you have it. A report on Syd Watkins. So far there is no evidence that Mitch Jackson ever married nor had a kid, but we're still digging at that. The Army says he was single, but the Army could be wrong.""Johnny Jackson's birth hasn't been registered?""I don't know. We're still digging." He handed me a typewritten report. "That's it, old buddy, now I'm off.""Not yet. Chick, you were a cop, serving under Parnell. What was the drug-addiction situation like in the regiment?""For God's sake! What's on your mind? You are supposed to be looking for Jackson's grandson, aren't you?""'You're wasting time, Chick.
What do You think about 1981 - Hand Me A Fig Leaf?
