I was nudging off a nightmare. Double dip: Ralph Mitchell Horvath shot in the mouth, Manolo Sanchez with skeleton claws.I looked across the bed. Shit—Liz was gone.Joi read my mind. “She had an early call. She said to remind you that Arthur Crowley wants that phone date.”I lit a cigarette. I chased three bennies with Old Crow. Aaaaaaah, breakfast of champions! “Remind me again. Who’s Arthur Crowley?”“That divorce lawyer who needs your help.”“I’ll call him when I go off-duty.”Joi stepped into a skirt and pulled her shoes on. She dressed as fast as most men.“No more girls for a while, okay, Freddy? Liz is great, but Barb is like Helga, She Wolf of the SS. Really, that stunt with the armband and the garters? That and she hogs the whole bed.”I laffed loud and lewd. My wake-up whipped through me and canceled cobwebs. Summer in L.A.—ring-a-ding-ding!! Joi kissed me and bopped out of the bungalow. I shit, shaved, showered, and put on my uniform.The bedroom phone rang.
