CHAPTER 12
The drive home was short and uneventful in that I wasn't accosted by any more rappers, fake or otherwise. Because my office was just a mile from my house on Polk Street, I made it home in ten minutes flat. At rush hour, it would've been a whopping fifteen. Downtown Hollywood is so small that if you blink you'll miss it, which is why lawyers like me take cases in neighboring cities. It's not that we want to, but it helps us afford the luxuries in life, like rent and office supplies.
I emptied my mailbox straight into the recycle bin and then opened the door to receive my scolding from Mr. Paws. How dare I come home late! Didn't I know he was hungry? This wouldn't have happened if my mother were around. More than once I'd considered buying an automatic feeder to dispense with al
