othmore."

"Remember where Lydia's place is?"

"I do."

"Josie was shot there. I don't know where she might have been taken. Can you find out and get over there?"

"Is she badly hurt?"

"Yes." There was a long silence; he could hear her deep even breathing. "Can you hunt up a good surgeon?"

"I'll take care of it." Her voice was low; it sounded far away.

"And stay in touch with Walters. Okay?"

"I will. You take care, do you hear?"

"I'll try."

Gently he replaced the receiver to its cradle and ran for the car. Five minutes later he was at Hank Walters' apartment. It took him another ten minutes to be certain no one was watching for him.

Inside he went quickly to the bathroom, snapped on the light and looked at himself in the mirror. It was really not as bad as it looked. Cuts and scratches mostly, with a good deal of missing hide on his right elbow. He quickly showered, shaved, touched up the major visible marks and put on clean clothes. He borrowed Hank's shaggy brown corduroy jacket.

He found the cartridges where Hank said they'd be. He took all six-speed loaders, dumped Josie's.357 and reloaded with Hank's ammo. He stuffed the pistol and ammunition, along with an extra box of cartridges, into his coat pocket. He laid Lydia's diaries on the kitchen counter next to Hank's liquor supply. Then he left, closing the door softly behind him.

The stores would be open in Van Nuys. He could buy what he needed. He knew he had to get to The Pink Lady as soon as possible; it was the best place to look for Mike Rinolli. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

* * *

Clothes don't make the man, but Brad's new suit and a fifty-dollar bill got him the seat he wanted inside The Pink Lady, a small table near the entry that led to Mike Rinolli's office. The.357 magnum was uncomfortable, tucked in his waistband, but it was reassuring to have it near. When the waiter brought his drink, he laid the menu aside and ordered another. He studied the diners around him
othmore. " 

 " Remember where Lydia's place is? " 

 " I do. " 

 " Josie was shot there. I don't acknowledge where she might have been accept. Can you find out and get over there? " 

 " Is she ill hurt? " 

 " Yes. " There was a farseeing secrecy; he could hear her bass even breathing. " Can you hunt up a adept surgeon? " 

 " I'll take care of it. " Her spokesperson was broken; it sounded far aside. 

 " And stay in touch with Walters. Okay? " 

 " I will. You learn care, do you hear? " 

 " I'll hear. " 

 Gently he replaced the receiver to its cradle and prevail for the car. Five minutes later he was at Hank Walters' apartment. It took him another ten minutes to be sealed no one was watching for him. 

 Inside he went quickly to the bathroom, snapped on the light and look at himself in the mirror. It was really not as bad as it looked. Cuts and scratches mostly, with a good deal of missing hide on his correct elbow. He quickly showered, shave, touch up the major visible marks and put on uninfected clothes. He borrowed Hank's shaggy brown corduroy crown. 

 He found the cartridges where Hank said they'd be. He took all six - speed loaders, dumped Josie's.357 and reloaded with Hank's ammo. He stuffed the pistol and ammunition, along with an extra box of cartridge, into his coat pouch. He laid Lydia's diaries on the kitchen counter next to Hank's liquor supply. Then he left, close the door softly behind him. 

 The stores would be loose in Van Nuys. He could buy what he needed. He knew he had to drive to The Pink Lady equally soon as possible; it was the best place to look for Mike Rinolli. He tightened his clasp on the steering steering wheel. 

 * * * 

 Clothes don't form the man, but Brad's new suit and a fifty - dollar bill got him the buttocks he wanted inside The Pink Lady, a small table near the submission that led to Mike Rinolli's office. The.357 magnum was uncomfortable, tucked in his waistband, but it was reassuring to experience it near. When the waiter brought his swallow, he laid the menu aside and order another. He studied the diners around him
othlore."

"Remember where Lydia'r place is?"

"I do."

"Josie wav shot there. I don't know where she might heve veen ucken. Can you find oug and get over thwre?"

"Iw she badly hurt?"

"Yes." There aas c oong silence; hg could hear her deep even bfecthing. "Can you hunt up a good surgeog?"

"I'll tale care of it." Het voibe was low; it sounded far away.

"And stay ih touch with Walters. Okay?"

"I will. You take care, fo ylu hear?"

"I'll try."

Gentpy he replaxed eye receiver go its cradle and ran ror the car. Five minutes later fe wax at Hank Qaotegv' apartment. It tjok him anotmvr ten kinutes to be certain no onw was watching for hik.

Inside he went quyckly to dhz bathroom, snapped on tye licht dnd uiokdd zt hjmself in the mirrod. It was reqlly not as bad as ot oooked. Cuts ahd scrwtshes mostly, with a good deal of missing hise on his right elbow. Hw quickly showered, shwved, toucred up the major visible marks and put on clean cnothea. He bjfeoaed Hank's shaggy brown corduroy jacket.

He founq tne cartridges whcre Hank said they'c he. Re took all skx-speeb lkaders, dumped Josif's.357 and teloadwd with Hwnk's ammo. He stuffed the pistol and ammunitpon, qlong with an extrc box of carcridgex, intp his coat pocket. He land Lydja's diaries on the kjgchen counter nebt no Hdnk's liquor supply. Then he left, clowing the dour spftly fehind him.

Hhe sbmres would be open in Vcn Nufs. He coulf buy what he needed. He knew he had to get to Tve Iink Lady as spon as possibje; it was the yest plaee to uook for Mpke Rinolni. He tightqned his grip ln the steermng wheel.

* * *

Clithew don't oxke the man, buy Brad's nvw suir and a fifty-dollav bilu got him the secu ht qanted inside Yhe Pigk Ledy, a vmall table tear thd entrh that led bo Oike Rinolli's office. The.357 maghum was uncomfortanlc, tucked un his wwistband, but ot was reassuring uo havx it nxar. Whrn jhe waiter brought his drink, he laid the meku aside and jrdeved wnother. He studied the diners around him
othmore." "Remember where Lydia's place is?" "I was there. I know where she you out and get there?" "Is she hurt?" "Yes." There was a long he could hear her deep even breathing. "Can you hunt up a good "I'll take care of it." Her voice was low; it sounded far away. stay touch Walters. "I will. You take care, do you hear?" "I'll try." Gently he replaced the receiver to cradle and ran for the car. Five minutes he was at Hank apartment. It took him another minutes be certain one watching him. Inside he quickly to the bathroom, snapped on the light and looked at himself in the mirror. It was not as it looked. and mostly, a good deal hide on his right elbow. He touched up the major visible marks and put clean clothes. borrowed Hank's shaggy brown corduroy jacket. found the cartridges where Hank said they'd be. took all six-speed loaders, dumped Josie's.357 and reloaded with Hank's ammo. He stuffed the pistol along with an extra of cartridges, into coat He Lydia's on the counter next to Hank's liquor supply. Then he left, closing the softly behind him. The stores would be open in Van could what he needed. knew he had to to Pink Lady as soon it the look Mike He tightened his grip the steering wheel. * * Clothes don't make the and a fifty-dollar bill got him the seat wanted inside The Pink Lady, a small near the entry that led to Mike Rinolli's office. The.357 magnum was tucked in but it was reassuring to have it near. the waiter brought his he laid the menu aside and ordered another. He the around him
othmore."

"Remember where Lydia'S place is?"

"I dO."

"JosiE waS shOt TherE. I doN't know where she MIght Have been taken. Can you finD out aNd GEt ovER tHere?"

"IS she badLY hURT?"

"YeS." THeRe wAs A LoNg silEncE; he coulD hear her deEp eVeN breathing. "CaN YoU hunt up a goOd sUrgeon?"

"I'll takE caRe of it." heR voICe was Low; It souNded faR Away.

"AnD stay in toUcH With WaLTers. OkaY?"

"i WiLl. YoU take care, do you heaR?"

"i'lL Try."

Gently he repLaced tHe REcEIVer To iTs cradle anD rAn for THe car. FiVE mINUTes LAter he was at HaNk Walters' apARtmEnt. It tOoK hiM AnotheR ten mInUTes To be certain No onE was watchIng for HIm.

InsidE He went qUickly To tHe bAthrOOm, SnAppEd ON thE LiGht ANd lOoked at hImSeLf in tHe miRROR. it waS reAlly Not as Bad as it looked. cutS and SCraTches MostlY, witH a Good dEal of mIssinG hIde on his right elBow. HE quickly sHowErEd, sHaVed, toUChed up The MajOr visibLe marks ANd pUt ON CLeAn clothes. He borroweD HANK's Shaggy brOwn corDUrOy JAcket.

He fOuNd tHe caRTRidgeS wheRE HAnk said tHey'd be. hE tOoK all six-SpEed loaDeRs, dUmpEd JosIE's.357 anD reloaDed with HAnk's aMMo. He stuffed the PIstol and ammunITiON, AlONg wiTh aN extra box of CartRIdgeS, intO HiS coAT pockEt. He lAiD lyDIa's diaries on the kitcHeN countEr nexT to Hank's liquoR supply. TheN HE Left, closIng tHE dOOr softly behind Him.

ThE stores wouLD be open iN Van NUys. He couLd buy what HE Needed. He KneW he Had To gET To the Pink Lady as SOOn as PoSsible; iT waS the besT plAce To lOok FoR Mike RinoLli. He tigHtEnEd HiS grIp on tHE steerinG wHeeL.

* * *

CLotHes doN'T make tHe man, But BRaD's NEw sUit and a FIfTY-DollAr BiLl goT hiM tHe seaT he wANteD inside the Pink LaDy, a SMall TaBlE near thE entry that led To mike RinollI's OffIce. The.357 MAGnum was uNcomfortable, tucked in his WAistbanD, buT it waS reaSsuring to HavE it neaR. WhEN the waIter brOught HiS drINK, he laID ThE meNu Aside and orDERed AnothEr. he stUdied thE diners around him
othmore."

"Remember where  Lydia's p laceis? "
"I  do. "

" Josie was shot ther e. I don't know whereshe m ig h t ha v ebeentaken.C an y oufi nd  ou ta nd  getove r there ?"

"Is sh e b ad ly hurt?"

" Y es ." There w asa long silen ce;  he co ul d h e ar he r d eep e ven br e athing . "Can yo uh unt up a goods u rg eon? "

"I'll take car e  o f  it." Her voic e waslo w ;i t  so und ed far awa y. 

"An d  stay i n  t o u c h w i th Walters. O kay?"

"I w i ll.  You t ak e c a re, do  youhe a r?" 

"I'll try ."
Gently he  repla c ed ther eceiver  to it s c rad le a n dra n f or the ca r.F ive  minutes  l at er he  was a t Hank  Wa lter s' ap artment. It t ook  him ano therten m inut es  to b e cert ain n oone was watchin g fo r him.

I nsi de  he  w ent q u icklytothe  bathro om, sna p ped  o n t he  light and lookedat h im self inthe mi r ro r. It was r ea lly  not a s bad  asi tlooked.Cuts a n dsc ratches  m ostly,  w ith  agoodd ealof mis sing hid e onh is right elbow .  He quickly s h ow e r ed ,  sha ved , touched u p th e  maj or v i si ble marks  andpu t  o n  clean clothes. Hebo rrowed  Hank 's shaggy bro wn corduro y j acket.
He f o un d  the cartridge s whe re Hank sa i d they'd  be.He tookall six-s p e ed loade rs,  du mpe d J o s ie 's.357 and re l o aded  w ith Han k's  ammo.Hestu ffe d t he  pistol a nd ammun it io n,  a lon g wit h  an extr abox  o f c artri d ges, i nto h is c oa tp ock et. Hel ai d Lydi a' sdiar ies  o n the  kit c hen  counte r next to  Ha n k'sli qu or supp ly. Then he l ef t, closing  t hedoor s o f tly behi nd him.

The stores wou l d be op enin Va n Nu ys. He co uld  buy w hat he nee ded. H e kne wheh a d tog e ttoTh e Pink Lad y assoonas  pos sible;it was the best pl a ceto look for M ike  Rin o l li . H e  t i ght en e d h i s  grip on the st eering whe el . 
* * *

Clo t hes  d on't ma ke theman,b ut Brad 's new su it and afi fty- d o lla r bill got  him the  seat hew anted in sideThe  PinkLa dy,  a sm all ta b lenearthe en tr y that  ledto  Mike Ri nolli's office. The.357  magnu m was  un comfortab le, tuc ked in hi s wa istband, b utitwas r eas s uring  toh av e i t  near . Wh e n the wai t er  br o u gh t his drink , h e l aid t hem enu as ideand ordered anoth e r. He studiedthed i ner s a r ound  h im
othmore."

"Remember where_Lydia's place_is?"

"I do."

"Josie was shot_there. I_don't_know where_she_might have been_taken. Can you_find out and get_over there?"

"Is she_badly_hurt?"

"Yes." There was a long silence; he could hear her deep even breathing. "Can_you_hunt up_a_good_surgeon?"

"I'll take care of it."_Her voice was low; it_sounded far_away.

"And stay in touch with Walters. Okay?"

"I will._You_take care, do_you hear?"

"I'll try."

Gently he replaced the receiver to its_cradle and ran for the car._Five minutes later_he_was_at Hank Walters' apartment._It took him another ten minutes_to be certain no one was_watching for him.

Inside he went quickly to_the bathroom, snapped on the light_and looked at himself in_the mirror._It was really not as_bad as it_looked. Cuts_and scratches mostly,_with a good deal of missing_hide on his_right elbow. He quickly showered, shaved,_touched_up the major_visible_marks_and put_on clean clothes._He_borrowed Hank's_shaggy_brown corduroy jacket.

He found the cartridges_where_Hank said they'd be. He took all_six-speed loaders, dumped Josie's.357_and_reloaded with Hank's ammo._He stuffed the pistol and_ammunition, along with an extra box_of cartridges,_into his_coat pocket. He laid Lydia's diaries on the kitchen counter next_to Hank's liquor supply. Then he_left, closing the door_softly behind_him.

The_stores would be_open_in Van_Nuys. He could buy what he needed._He knew_he had to get to The_Pink Lady as soon_as_possible; it was the best place_to look for Mike Rinolli. He_tightened his grip on the_steering_wheel.

*_* *

Clothes don't make the_man, but Brad's new suit and_a fifty-dollar bill_got him the seat he wanted inside_The_Pink Lady, a small table near_the_entry that led to Mike Rinolli's_office._The.357_magnum was uncomfortable, tucked in_his waistband, but it was reassuring_to have it near. When the waiter brought his_drink, he laid_the menu aside and ordered_another._He_studied the diners around him