byIf you’ve been around Los Angeles much, you know that desolate, lighted strip of highway, Chavez Ravine Road, that stretches from Adobe Street to Elysian Park. It’s solitary and lonely enough in the daytime.
Wednesday night about eight p.m. I swung off Adobe Street, headed for Hollywood and home. Things had been slow for over a week at the office of Sheldon Scott, Investigations, so I’d closed up early and spent the afternoon jawing with the guys at City Hall, then stopped off on Adobe for a beer. I was about half a mile down Chavez Ravine Road when I saw the dog.
Sheldon Scott, InvestigationsIt was a big, mangy-looking mongrel sniffing a dirty white blob at the road’s edge. In my headlights the blob looked like something wrapped in newspaper, part of the paper darkly stained.
I kept
