“I got you something for your birthday,” Izzy said as she handed me an oak case.
“Oh Izzy, you shouldn’t have!”
I opened the case and inside was a Korth 357 Magnum.
“How did you know?” I asked.
“I’ve been reading your journals. As you know, I’ve been obsessed with you these last few weeks. Oh please James! Bend me over your desk and have your way with me! I’d do anything for you,” Izzy replied.
“You’re my secretary. I don’t mix business with pleasure.”
Moments later, Sgt. LP Anderson of the LAPD came into the office. His tie was undone and holding a cup of coffee. He was absolutely chain smoking.
“You look like dog shit, LP,” I said.
“Can I have a moment alone with you, James?”
I asked Izzy to leave the office. After she shut the door, LP lit up another cigarette.
“The bodies of 20 dead prostitutes showed up in Griffith Park last week,” he said. “The streets are getting out of hand James.”
“I believe the correct term is ‘Ladies of the Night’, LP.”
“There’s a killer on the loose. He’s been toying with us. He left a note on one of the bodies.”
LP handed me the note and I read it over.
“This guy’s sick. And racist,” I said. “Have any of the bodies been Vietnamese?”
“That’s the thing, they’ve all been white women.”
I lit up a cigarette of my own and pulled out a bottle of bourbon. “Care for a shot,” I asked. “I stole it off Franco De Werner on my last case.”
I poured some into his coffee cup.
“So what do you want me to do,” I asked.
“I’m asking you on behalf of the LAPD to assist with the investigation. Our detectives are overworked. We need a fresh set of eyes to look over the evidence. There’s something that we’re missing and you know these streets better than anyone.”
I poured the bourbon into my flask. “You can count on me, LP.”
“We have a meeting with the mayor tomorrow. He doesn’t want this information to leak out to the public. He’s also questioning our competence regarding this case. I want you to be there, to help out his mind at ease.”
“You got it.”
LP stood up. “And one other thing, we’re staging a stakeout in Culver City next week. We think we might have a lead. Bring all the protection you need. We might run into some trouble.”
I lifted up my brand new 357 magnum. “Don’t worry,” I said. “I’ve been itching to try this thing out. Izzy got it for my birthday.”
“Happy 50th Birthday,” LP replied.
“50th? I’m 32.”