Chapter 9The next day dawned with a leaden sky. I had nothing in particular to do, and so I figured it was high time to start exploring the city, or at least those portions that I could manage on foot. Blatt was paying only for cabs relating to my work, and I wasn't about to spring for cabs to haul my body on a sightseeing tour.
I lingered over a couple of extra cups of coffee until Mumbles, groggy-eyed and grumbling, showed his ugly mug at the breakfast table. We chewed the fat, but my pickings were lean as far as understanding what he was saying. He must have a devious septic, I thought. Mumbles fully alert was difficult enough to figure out. Mumbles still half asleep….But he did give me some suggestions for catching some of the high life and low life that neighbored our Bunker Hill. He
