CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
I take the elevator down to the Press Room in the basement and make my call. I get the desk clerk at the Hotel Cecil in Los Angeles who speaks to me off and on throughout at least fifty interruptions. This guy gives me a song and dance that he is overworked and underpaid. I ask him if he will call me at the Reporter in three hours to let me know what he has found out about Charlie Andrews. I check my watch and realize that I have just fifteen minutes before I meet Blondie for lunch at the Eagle. I stop by the bank and cash my check, then put the bulk of it in our joint savings account. I wonder if I will ever be getting another paycheck from the Reporter.
When I arrive at the Eagle, the word is out on the street. Mary Olive, the boss lady, doesn't quite meet my eyes
