25I was getting nowhere with the desk sergeant, who said that they didn't let just anyone walk in off the street and see a perp who was in custody. I told him that I was a private investigator. That got me less than nowhere, and he told me to beat it or I'd be enjoying a nice comfy-cozy cell compliments of the taxpayers. Then I told him to call my good friend Phil Mazurki, who'd vouch for me.
“So why didn't youse say so in da foist place? Any pal of da Polack is all right in my books.” Then he called to another uniform and told him to take me to the visitor's room and haul Mona Tuvachevsky-Smith's skinny a*s to see the Polack's friend. I was amazed at Phil's clout. Maybe he should run for mayor.
I didn't have to wait long before Mona arrived. I expected to see her dribbling a basketball,
