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Knightclub in Hollywood.”
    “Never heard of it. What is it?”
    “A private club of some kind.Might be a sex place. Vice should know something about it. You probably won’t get too much, but ask around.”
    “Sure thing. What’s this about? Important?”
    “I don’t know yet. Should I come over tomorrow to see you?”
    “Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea. You know, you’re not exactly welcome around here after that Lafferty business.”
    I knew. I had created a lot of paper work for the boys in blue and made them look pretty bad in the bargain. There had been a lot of screaming up and down the line over that one. They tried to make me the patsy and lift my licence, and all they accomplished was to make themselves look worse than before. They didn’t have much use for me, and the feeling was mutual. Not that there aren’t good cops. I just hadn’t met many.
    “Look, Sam, why don’t I ask around tonight, and I’ll stop by your apartment tomorrow morning before I come in.” “Okay, see you then. It might be a good idea if you didn’t mention my name.”
    “I know that better than you, old buddy. When you started the shit flying, more than enough hit me. See you tomorrow.” I replaced the receiver and thought that it was cops like my friend Charlie that made the crime rate rise. Still, he’d get me what I wanted.
    It was starting to get dark, or rather the sky was turning the brown-green color that passes for sunset around here. The daytime drunks were being replaced by the nighttime junkies, prostitutes, and assorted creeps and misfits. It was the other side of the coin, but if was the same coin.
    I still had a couple of hours to kill, and I was starting to get hungry. Since I had to go to the Strip anyway, I decided on Fernando’s.
    The restaurant was on one of those semi-crummy business streets off of Sunset Boulevard that go dead after 5 p . m . It was far enough away from the action to get none of the fashionable crowd, but the food was good and you only paid for the food, not some fancy address.
    “Fernando” was a fat German who was just the right age to have been a Hitler Youth. He greeted me with enough oil in his voice to fry potatoes, showed me to a table, and took my order.
    The lighting was low to hide the fact that the tablecloths were dirty, but I could see the place was doing good business.
    The waitress brought me my drink. She was Fernando’s daughter, and looked like someone out of a German opera. She was large, but her flesh was solid. Her hips were so wide that they made her thick waist look relatively small. The off-the-shoulder Mexican blouse she wore accented her truly enormous breasts, which bounced in front of my face like twin Germanic basketballs as she bent over the table. One of these days it might be fun to give it to her on top of one of the tables, especially with Herr Fernando watching. He’d probably give me a year’s free dinners for the experience.
    My dinner came quickly. As she leaned over my shoulder to serve it, she made sure that one of her tits pressed against the side of my face. I put my arm over the back of my chair and placed my hand on her ample rump. She started to wiggle it, but when I pinched her hard, she gave a small scream of surprise and hurried back into the kitchen.
    My two-inch-thick porterhouse was good and cooked just the way I liked it—charred black on the outside and bloody raw in the center. They still remembered the time they served me a well-done steak and I threw it on the floor saying that was where shoe leather belonged. The service had been pretty good since then.
    After I finished my second cup of coffee, I was feeling all right and beginning to look forward to what lay ahead that evening. I was going to have another meeting with my young witches or warlocks or whatever the hell they called themselves, and I had a feeling that this encounter was going to be far more satisfying—for me if not for them.

FIVE

    I got into my