Collins, Max Allan - Nathan Heller 12 - Plot & Excerpts
In this imperfect place I inhabited, I didn’t feel like discussing with my new bride the fact that I’d known the once-lovely victim of the “Werewolf Slayer,” much less share the news that the dead girl had (like my bride) been carrying a child of mine.When in the early evening I returned to our honeymoon bungalow at the Beverly Hills Hotel, Peggy was napping on the double bed, in a black slip, legs bare, atop the floral spread, somehow having found a place to do so amid the array of boxes and sacks (Sak’s Fifth Avenue, Christian Dior, Van Cleef & Arpel’s) that were the spoils of her day of shopping.Hanging my suitcoat in the bedroom closet, getting out of my tie, I gazed at the pretty young woman to whom I was so freshly married; she was in more or less the same position Elizabeth Short had been, in the vacant lot, except in one piece. I bent over and kissed her freckled nose—freckled under her makeup, anyway—and she smiled a little, groaned sexily, and turned over on her side.Looking at her, I had a terrible pang—guilt, sorrow, shame, regret—a whole series of emotions all mixed together, emotions most people (including me) figured I was immune to.
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