CHAPTER TWELVEMiriam Horton was furious.
“Look at you! Tubes coming out of you everyplace! Two black eyes! How did you manage that, you said you never even saw him, so how did you get those shiners? Bandages on your head like some kind of swami. I warned you. I said don’t go, or if you have to go take me along. But you had to go out and be the big hero. And look what it got you—two shiners!”
“I asked if you wanted to come along.”
“No you didn’t.”
He remained silent.
“Oh, all right, so you did. I wasn’t feeling good. There’s no use. You don’t know where she is. She’s probably in Hollywood putting out for every pervert who comes along with a five dollar bill in his hand.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Well, I do. And that detective we hired, what’s his name, Johnson, Jackson, whatever, he thin
