THE Tiki-Tiki was darkened, it being after the two A.M. closing now, and the Chev sat alone in the parking lot. I set the wipers to clearing away a gray film of ‘Diego night moisture, asked Shona where to, and she said over on 26th in the Golden Hill district. The street when we got there was pretty well loaded with overnight parked cars. We had to walk back half a block and climb wooden steps up to the old-time apartment building.
Tiki-TikiThere’s a trick of opening locked doors with a piece of hacksaw blade, and I’d brought the piece from the Chev’s glove compartment. But the front door here had shrunk so you could have used a can opener. We went back along a hallway, and a can opener would have sprung the lock on her door, too.
Shona apologized for the place. “It doesn’t look like so
