Darkest Hour (1969)
“Simon took it into the small bathroom behind the bar where he could converse out of range of Hannah’s sharp ears.
“How did you get this number?” he demanded.
“From the registration file at the Balboa,” Eve answered.
“How cozy of them to volunteer information.”
“Who volunteered? I peeked when I picked up the key to your room last night. That night clerk is blind and deaf. Now I have a question for you. When did you take those pictures of my dead neighbor?” Her voice was husky and slurred. She ob...viously had been drinking heavily.
“I didn’t take them,” Simon said.
Eve’s laugh was a shriek of triumph. “But I got the subject matter right! You admit that!”
“I admit nothing. Where are you calling from? San Diego?”
“Oh, I’m much closer than that! I’m in a little motel on the highway just south of Marina Beach. It has a signpost outside: Motel Six. That’s all. Just Motel Six for the six dollars they soak you for this crummy room. I mean, this place is for business, Mr.MoreLess
“How did you get this number?” he demanded.
“From the registration file at the Balboa,” Eve answered.
“How cozy of them to volunteer information.”
“Who volunteered? I peeked when I picked up the key to your room last night. That night clerk is blind and deaf. Now I have a question for you. When did you take those pictures of my dead neighbor?” Her voice was husky and slurred. She ob...viously had been drinking heavily.
“I didn’t take them,” Simon said.
Eve’s laugh was a shriek of triumph. “But I got the subject matter right! You admit that!”
“I admit nothing. Where are you calling from? San Diego?”
“Oh, I’m much closer than that! I’m in a little motel on the highway just south of Marina Beach. It has a signpost outside: Motel Six. That’s all. Just Motel Six for the six dollars they soak you for this crummy room. I mean, this place is for business, Mr.MoreLess
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