24Sunday was a lost day. I fretted and then I drank. Then I fretted some more, and then I drank some more. I felt like a hamster running back and forth on a wheel. Valdez had given me some interesting info on the Llama but no leads for catching up with him.
A cup of strong java and some leftover hash on Monday morning helped a bit, as did a pair of fresh socks and underwear, which I had forgotten to change for several days. I tuned in the radio and learned that the nips were giving the c****s a lot of trouble in Asia and the krauts were doing likewise to the hebes in Germany. What a world! Meanwhile I had my own troubles. I put on my trenchcoat and green fedora and headed for the office, where I expected to hear from Señor John Dough.
I figured I needed to save my energy, and so I waited
