No Beast So Fierce
“I wanted to hold down two jobs, if possible, and get money for clothes and some kind of automobile. She promised to keep me in mind, took the hotel’s telephone number, and said that she would keep it on her desk. She’d be in the office over the weekend and wanted me to call again Saturday afternoon.
Then I called Abe. He, too, was glad to hear from me. A lawyer would be waiting for us at 5:00 P.M. in the parking lot of the Central Jail. He’d wasted no time in arranging the visit.
At 4:30, Abe picked me up on a Wilshire Boulevard intersection and headed toward the freeway. He was wearing a suit of light gray iridescent silk, elegantly tailored. On his little finger was a fourcarat diamond pinky. It would buy me several suits—and an automobile. Taking it would be easy: wait in the alley behind the club and jam a pistol in his ribs. I could even walk him back inside and clean out the safe. I suddenly realized what I was thinking and stopped it.
He noticed my withdrawn mood, mistook its source.
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