Chapter 20Didn't Blatt say “books” rather than “book,” I kept asking myself? Had Scarlett let it slip to him that she possessed more than one such book filled with damning information? If not, how did he know? Or was my hearing getting bad? Deafness had been a persistent concern ever since my ex-wife had insisted that I was deaf as well as dumb. “Book” or “books,” I knew that I was in up to my neck in hot water, or something dirtier and smellier.
The hot water rose to my eyeballs the next morning. Mumbles and I were dissecting yesterday's events over coffee, when we heard someone pounding on the door, followed by “Open up. It's the police.” Now the city and county of Los Angeles had oodles of policemen. Odds were that I had never encountered the one who was warping the door with his fists
