A Bullet for Cinderella

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Genres: Fiction
Her voice was blurred with sleep. “Whozit?”
“Tal Howard.”
“Who?”
“I spoke to you last night at the Aztec. About Timmy Warden. You said to phone.”
I could hear the soft yowl of her complete yawn. “Oh, sure. You go have some coffee or something and then stop around here. I live at a place called the Glendon Arms. Give me about forty minutes to wake up.”
I wasted a half hour over coffee and a newspaper, and then found the Glendon Arms without difficulty. It was as pretentious as its name, with striped canopy, solid glass doors, mosaic tile lobby floor, desk clerk with dreary sneer. He phoned and told me I could go right up to Miss Raselle’s apartment, third floor, 3A. The elevator was self-service. The hallway was wide. I pushed the button beside her door.
She opened the door and smiled as she let me in. She wore a white angora sleeveless blouse, slacks of corduroy in a green plaid. I had expected her to be puffy, blurred by dissipation, full of a morning surliness. But she looked fresh,
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