First thing Mon saw when she came out of the building was a cop car turn onto Sunset. Jack Spark — that name! the guy could be a character in a comic strip — took her elbow and walked her across the street, not to her car but to his own T-Bird, a Silver Starfire with a lipstick-red vinyl half-top.
“What’s the big idea?” she demanded.
She tried to pull away, but he draped his arm across her shoulder and held her close, like they were a happy-go-lucky couple off to see the new King Kong remake with Jeff Bridges and Jessica Lange. He gallantly opened the door for her and held it while she got in. What was he up to? Where did he think he was going to take her? To water somebody else’s plant? He slid in the driver’s side and put the key in the ignition. The engine caught, and the roar was lik
