Chapter Twenty
Wenders made a last call, on my demand for breathing space, removing the cops he'd had staking me out. All except one beat cop on duty outside my apartment. We fought about him, in front of him on the stoop, for several minutes but it was no go. “Your apartment is a murder scene. The sentry stays!” We parted company as we usually did, fuming at one another.
Lisa reminded me I looked like 'death warmed over' and offered me a ride to the hospital of my choice. I declined without thanks, reminding her I had work to do. A trooper, she offered me a ride to my car instead, then confused me by walking me to a vehicle that wasn't hers. She drives a speck of a car; a 1970-something Volkswagen Cabriolet. I call it her electric-yellow roller skate and tease her it's fueled by lead-fr
