Lullaby Town

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Patricia Kyle said, "Is this Elvis Cole, the world's greatest detective?"

"Yes, it is." I was lying on the leather couch across from my desk, enjoying the view that I have of the Channel Islands. I used to have chairs, but a couch is much better to relieve one of the rigors of world-class detecting.

She said, "Were you sleeping?"

I gave her miffed. "I never sleep. I'm waiting for Cindy to come out onto the balcony next door." The glass doors leading out to my little balcony were open to catch the breeze that was blowing up Santa Monica Boulevard into West Los Angeles. It was a nice breeze, cool and smelling of salt and sea birds. The open doors were also better to let me hear Cindy.

"Who's Cindy?"

I switched the phone from the left ear to the right. The left ear was still sore from having been hit hard two times by a Cajun with large forearms and no teeth. "Cindy is a beauty supply distributor who took the office space next door."

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