Nate glanced into the Kodak Centre as they were passing, and he halted, turning his face to the darkening west, letting that sea breeze cooled by the Pacific sigh in his ears and blow through his hair, bringing with it a breath of great possibility, perhaps even redemption.
About that Wednesday night bowling? he said. I'm good to go. And I'll see about renting us a midget.
Upon hearing this news the surfer cops beamed. Midgets rule, dude! said Flotsam.
We're gravy, bro! said Jetsam.
Then Flotsam's grin melted like a Slurpee on the sidewalk when Hollywood Nate said, But will somebody please tell me, why no clowns?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
JOSEPH WAMBAUGH, a former LAPD detective sergeant, is the bestselling author of eighteen prior works of fiction and nonfiction. In 2004, he was named Grand Master by the Mystery Writers of America. He lives in Southern California.
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