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think she got re-hipped on me after she saw me at your show at the Crescendo."
      "Was she at the Mocambo last night?"
      "Yes. And it's in L.A. _County_ jurisdiction, and she's an L.A. County Deputy Sheriff, which means. . . shit, I don't know. Dick, will you and Leigh come to Buddy's show tonight? Dot knows you're friends with Mickey Cohen, and it might discourage her from making any moves."
      "We'll be there."
      Chris hugged me. "You know what I envy about your career?"
      "What?"
      "That at least you're _notorious_. At least that draft dodger thing gives you something to. . . I don't know, at least _overcome_."
      A lightbulb went POP!--but I didn't know what it meant.

    3.

              The Mocambo JUMPED.
      Buddy Greco was belting "Around the World"--working it scatman style. Buddy not only sells you the song--he drives it to your house and installs it. Chrissy and another girl sang counterpoint-- nightclub eyeball magnets.
      Leigh and I perched at the bar. She was pissed: I'd told her Bob Yeakel gave me an out on "Rocket to Stardom" number two-- work repo back-up for Bud Brown and another finance clown named Sid Elwell. Bob had a shitload of Darktown delinquents-- I was to divert the owners while Bud and Sid grabbed their sleds.
      I accepted Bob's offer--the repo runs were scheduled for tomorrow. Leigh's response: it's another courage test. You don't know how to pass on things like that.
      She was right. Chrissy's lightbulb POP! flickered: "At least the draft dodger thing gives you something to overcome."
      Buddy snapped lyrics--"I traveled on when love was gone, to keep a big fat swingin' rendezvous"--the crowd snapped fingers along with him. Danny Getchell hopped ringside tables--snouting for _Hush-Hush_ "Sinuendo." Check Dot Rothstein by the stage: measuring Chrissy for a bunk at the Dyke Island Motel.
      Leigh nudged me. "I'm hungry."
      I leaned close. "We'll go to Dino's Lodge. It won't be long-- Buddy usually closes with this number."
      "No more will I go all around the world, cause I have found my world in you--ooblay-oooh-oooh-baa-baa-doww!"
      Big time applause--jealousy ditzed me. Dot sidled up to the bar and dug through her purse. Dig the contents: brass knucks and a .38 snubnose.
      She threw me a sneer. Check her outfit: Lockhead jumpsuit, tire tread sandals. Chrissy signalled from the stage door--the parking lot, five minutes.
      Dot chug-a-lugged a Scotch; the bartender refused payment. I stood up and stretched--Dot bumped me passing by. "Your wife's cute, Dick. Take good care of her or someone else will."
      Leigh stuck a leg out to trip her; Dot sidestepped and flipped me the finger. The barman said, "She's supposed to be here on a stakeout for the West Hollywood Whipcord, but all she does is drool for the chorus girls. The Whipcord's supposed to like good-looking women, though, so I guess that let's Dot out as a decoy."
      "The Whipcord's Dot's kind of guy. Maybe he can turn her straight."
      The barman roared. I doubled his tip and followed Leigh out to the parking lot.
      Chrissy was waiting by the car. Dot Rothstein stood close by-- bugging loiterers for ID's. She kept one eyeball on Chris: strictly x-ray, strictly a scorcher.
      I unlocked the sled and piled the girls in. Ignition, gas, zoom-- Dot's farewell kiss fogged my back windshield.
      Heavy traffic on the Strip--we slowed to a crawl. Chris said, "I'm hungry."
      I said, "We'll hit Dino's Lodge."
      "Not there, _please_."
      "Why?"
      "Because Buddy's taking a group from the club there, and I'm betting Dot will crash the party. Really, Dick, anyplace but Dino's."
      Leigh said, "Canter's is open late."
      I hung a sharp right. Headlights swept my Kustom King interior--the car behind us swung right abruptly.
      South on Sweetzer, east on Fountain. The Dotster had me running edgy--I checked my back mirror.
      That car was still behind us.
      South on Fairfax, east on Willoughby--that car stuck