30This was another day and the sun was shining again.
Captain Gregory of the Missing Persons Bureau looked heavily out of his office window at the barred upper floor of the Hall of Justice, white and clean after the rain. Then he turned ponderously in his swivel chair and tamped his pipe with a heat-scarred thumb and stared at me bleakly.
‘So you got yourself in another jam.’
‘Oh, you heard about it.’
‘Brother, I sit here all day on my fanny and I don’t look as if I had a brain in my head. But you’d be surprised what I hear. Shooting this Canino was all right I guess, but I don’t figure the homicide boys pinned any medals on you.’
‘There’s been a lot of killings going on around me,’ I said. ‘I haven’t been getting my share of it.’
He smiled patiently. ‘Who told you this girl out ther
