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some markers ? I know what I owe. So what? I go to Mesas I get comped, the whole shot. I got a credit line for as much as I owe—and they send you here to collect ?” Harry felt an urge to move, do something. He pushed up out of the chair to look down at the guy, get an advantage on him. “We’ll see about this,” Harry said, picked up the phone and punched the 0. “Operator, how do I get Las Vegas Information?” He listened a moment and hung up.
    Chili said, “Lemme give you some advice, okay?”
    Harry looked up, the phone in his hand again, about to punch the number.
    â€œYou don’t want to act like a hard-on you’re standing there in your undies. You know what I’m saying? You got enough to handle. You got the markers and you got another outstanding debt if I’m not mistaken. What you wanta do, Harry, is use your head, sit down and talk to me.”
    It stopped him. “What outstanding debt?”
    â€œPut the phone down.”
    â€œI want to know what you’re talking about,” Harry said, getting a peeved tone now, indignant, “outside of what I owe at Mesas, which they know I’m good for.”
    â€œThey know you’re good up to your last trip. After that, as they say, nobody knows nothing.” Chili waited.
    Harry hung up the phone. He felt the chair against his bare legs and sat down.
    â€œA marker’s like a check, Harry . . .”
    â€œI know what a marker is.”
    â€œThey don’t want to deposit yours and have ’em bounce, insufficient funds, or they find out the account’s closed. That’s embarrassing. So your customer rep, your very dear friend Dick Allen’s been calling, leaving messages on your machine, but you never get back to him. So basically, you want to know why I’m here—I don’t actually work for Mesas, but Dick Allen asked me as a favor would I look you up. Okay, I come to L.A., try your apartment, your office, you’re not anywhere around. So I contact some people I know of, get a few leads—”
    â€œWhat people?”
    â€œYou have high blood pressure, Harry? You oughta lose some weight.”
    â€œ What people?”
    â€œYou don’ know ’em, some people I was put in touch with. So I start calling around. I call here, Karen tells me she hasn’t seen you. So we talk, I ask her if this’s the Karen Flores used to be in the movies. Yes, it is. Well, how come I haven’t seen you? . . . I remember her in Grotesque with the long blond hair. I start to think, this is where I’d come if I was Harry Zimm and I want to stay off the street.”
    â€œYou think I’m hiding out?”
    â€œWhat’re you getting excited about?”
    â€œI don’t like the insinuation, I’m hiding.”
    â€œWell, that’s up to you, what you like or what you don’t. I called your former wife, the one inWestwood? She goes, ‘I hope you’re a bill collector and you find the cheapskate.’ ”
    â€œYou have fun talking about me? Jesus,” Harry said, “that broad used to work for me. She’s supposed to know the business, but apparently has no idea what I was going through at the time.” His gaze moved to the bottle of Scotch thinking of Marlene, who liked her booze, also thinking he wouldn’t mind having one.
    â€œYou’re not looking at me, Harry.”
    â€œWhy do I have to keep looking at you?”
    â€œI want you to.”
    â€œYou gonna get rough now, threaten me? I make good by tomorrow or get my legs broken?”
    â€œCome on, Harry—Mesas? The worst they might do is get a judgment against you, uttering a bad check. I can’t imagine you want that to happen, man in your position.”
    â€œI’ve won there and I’ve lost,” Harry said, staying with the peeved tone. “They carry me and I always pay what I owe. But now all of a sudden