Chapter 7A black cloud hung over me as I left the Pink p***y Cat Lounge. I hadn't got squat from Scarlett in the way of news that would satisfy my employer. Worse, I had left in such a huff that I had forgotten to polish off the last of the sugar-coated peanuts. I felt like going back inside and getting them before Florian got to them, or demanding that he give me some more to take with me. A stranger to the city, I had no idea of how to get back to Mumbles's place except for a cab, which I hailed without much difficulty. The cabbie was the talkative kind and offensively personal. He asked if I was new to town and if so, what I thought of it. I told him to shut up and keep his eyes on the road. I could tell that he was sore from the way that he braked and nearly sent me flying into the fro
