After the show, while the musicians were packing away their instruments, he sat on the edge of the stage nursing three fingers of gin and talking with Jerzy Kerkowski, the band’s pug-faced drummer.
“How do I find a woman?”
“You got enough scratch, at least three of the cigarette girls will go home with you.”
“I’m not looking for that.”
“What are you looking for?”
“Revenge.”
Jerzy looked at him. “What’d she do, steal your heart?”
“Worse.” Sonny finished his gin, stood, and walked into the night.
* * * *
“This woman you’re looking for, she an actress?” Hiram Goldman asked.
Sonny shrugged. “I saw her coming out of the RKO lot.”
Hiram was an assistant in the casting department, and he had been the one to tip Sonny off about the alcoholic detective role. He dropped a thick pile of 8”
