Tyrone Plum said, “What’s wrong with LAX?”
“I hate it, that’s all. Too crowded, too noisy, too much craziness. I land there, it’s like somebody saying, ‘Welcome to LA,’ and I hate LA in general.”
“Okay, Hobart.”
They rented a Lincoln Town Car. Tyrone would have no other. He got a second set of keys, just in case. Lindsey complained. Tyrone said, “It’s on your company, isn’t it? Spend a few dollars more. It’ll save your knees.”
Lindsey didn’t challenge that. Besides, with his left shoulder in a cast and his arm in a sling, the roomy car was a godsend. Tyrone turned on the ten-speaker radio, tested the air conditioner “Because I hate this LA smog,” used the car’s cellular phone to call for a weather report. It was going to rain.
They checked into the Hollywood Holiday Inn. A suite, two
