Chapter Ten
“We’ve got time for one last call. Hi, Bob, you’re on Gayline. Talk to me.”
“Hi, Marly. I’ve got a problem. I’m sure you’re the only one who can help me.”
“Go ahead, Bob.”
“I hate to admit this, but I got ripped off. I thought I was buying a TV. Now I’m out a hundred bucks.”
“I can tell there’s a story here.”
“Yeah, see, my friends and I were hanging around Balboa Park near Laurel and Sixth when these two guys came driving by. They said they had a TV for sale. Actually, they had two identical flat screens sitting on the back seat. One was still in the box. I gave him a hundred bucks for the one in the box because it was sealed with tape.”
“You knew this was a hot TV, right, Bob?”
“Well, maybe it wasn’t.”
“And maybe I’m not gay. So, other than you bought a stolen TV, wh
