Mezzanotte Productions
Mezzanotte Productions sat at the top of a long, not-so-steep incline that led through hundreds of houses that had been built during the 1950s suburbia rush. A short, much-steeper hill rose to a pair of wrought-iron gates behind a typical corporate guard house manned by two guys wearing uniforms. The gates appeared to have been built for the sole purpose of keeping people out.
“Drive past slowly,” I said. “I want to get a look.”
I looked at the guards again and made a judgment. The uniforms they wore were a gray-brown material that resembled those worn by security guards at malls. They lacked the rich texture and luster of the county sheriff or LAPD uniforms, and they gave the appearance of being in a constant state of dirty, unwashed and wrinkled.
We slowed and
