“No worries. Call any time, except between midnight and seven,” Pug said gaily, when we connected a few minutes after ten Oahu time. “I was just having a ginger ale and smoke here in the park.”
“I called to pick your brains about Death Angel,” I told him with the speaker on. “My colleagues, Rey and Linda, are here with me.”
He greeted them, then asked, “What can I tell you I haven’t already?”
“His real name and appearance, any small, trivial detail,” Rey threw out. “You know, looks, habits, likes, and dislikes. Any little thing.”
“You as pretty as you sound?”
“Prettier.”
The Cowardly Lion laughter flowed across the waves. “This was so long ago. Let’s see.” He drew heavily on his cigarette. “Not many had ever seen him, including yours truly. Scuttlebutt had it he was quite young back
