Chapter 12Rain. Torrents of it. The City of Angels was suffering from a collection of badly water-logged wings and a need to dry out its angelic robes. What's with this town? I swear I've never seen so much rain. And if I lasted here a full forty days I would bet that the wet stuff would still be coming down.
But I couldn't complain too much. The days passed, and I was still in one piece. I called Scarlett regularly, but she said that she needed time to herself. She didn't mention her copper friend, and she didn't inquire about Cousin Sheldon. I figured that a combination of rain and alcohol had numbed her brain.
I did call Blatt daily, however. You betcha. I wasn't going to disappoint my meal ticket or, if I did disappoint him, have him send out his goons to make a meal out of me. I nev
