Chapter Four
NOTE…Cops call their Lieutenants “LOU”.
IT’S f*****g Vegas, gun buck before dawn, another night boogying on the dark side, my side. Jimmy the casket lid open, crack a amyl nitrite cap, drag the corpse of dawn out of the coffin, slap it on the floor, see what this twisted morning brings.
Doll, Jane PI, bounty hunter here.
Toddling right along, I have this Amadeus octave mix mastering in my head all morning long. You know, degenerate, stunning, violent, sweet, I guess that describes me. I’m not going to fib about it.
Again, last night I used my good looks like I use my guns, fists and steel toed boots to take down a bad girl.
Fuck, I’m not vain, beauty is so destructive, so empty, so momentary, it’s not who I am. I’m a brainiac and use my looks just as tools, tools mostly
