L. A. Movie By Philip Prowse
-TABLE OF CONTENTS-
THE PURPLE PALACE – 3
‘WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?’ 6
MIKE DEVINE 9
CRAZY ELLENS 12
‘DEATH BEHIND THE DOOR’ 15
THE BODYGUARDS 18
FROM L. A. TO B. A 21
CAFE PERNAMBUCO 24
RECOLETA 27
TANGO! 30
MISUNDERSTANDINGS AND MESSAGES 33
LUNCH AND INFORMATION 36
MISS SULLIVAN AND MR X 39
A NEW MAN 42
TOPKAPI 45
MUSTANG AND MERCEDES 48
THE BRIDGE OVER THE GOLDEN HORN 51
GAIL’S STORY 54
HOLLYWOOD AGAIN 57
THE END 61
-1- The Purple Palace
The woman with platinum blonde hair and green eyes put her little finger
In her mouth.
‘Hey!’ she said. ‘For an old guy, you’re not bad-looking. She sipped some
Champagne from her glass. Then she smiled. She smiled, and suddenly her
Whole face changed. Before, she had looked like a naughty child. Now she
Was a beautiful woman. She had high cheek-bones below her beautiful green
Eyes. She had a long, straight nose and a wide mouth. Her shiny blonde hair
Was cut short. Her eyes were shining as she looked straight at me.
‘Yeah!’ she went on. ‘You really don’t look too bad. Do you know
Something, mister? I could fall for a guy like you.’
What could I say? I’m in my early thirties – well, that’s what I tell people.
The truth is that I’m nearer forty, and the woman I was looking at couldn’t
Have been a day more than twenty-three. I meet lots of women in my line of
Work, but I rarely meet anyone as beautiful as this one. And on the few
Occasions when I have met a real stunner, she certainly hasn’t wanted to
Have anything to do with me.
Still, the woman had a point. I’m not bad-looking – dark hair, brown eyes,
Good
teeth, nice clothes. And I’ve kept myself in shape. I go to the gym three
Times a week. It’s true that my face shows the marks of my time as an
Amateur boxer. There are some small scars round my eyes, and my nose isn’t
Quit straight any more – somebody broke it in a fight.
The only problem,’ the woman continued, ‘is your job. No one ever got
Rich by doing your job. And I like expensive things.’
She smiled again. She had another point! I was sure that she spent a lot of
Money, and I certainly wasn’t rich.
I’m a private investigator – that is, a private detective – in Los Angeles,
California. My clients are often people who live on the edges of L. A.
Society. Protection, security, blackmail, corruption, missing persons, small
Crimes – these are the things I deal with every day. Sometimes, I even have
A murder case. The only jobs I don’t do are divorce cases and marriage problems.
My life isn’t easy, but there is usually enough money each month to pay
The rent for my apartment and the rent for my office. But there isn’t any
Place in my life for a woman who looks like a million dollars and dresses as
If she had a million dollars. And the woman I was looking at now was
Obviously one of those!
‘Still, what the hell,’ the blonde said. She put down her glass of
Champagne and took a step towards me. ‘Come on, Charlie, we’re alone
Tonight. Kiss me.’
Charlie? My name’s not Charlie. It’s Lenny, Lenny Samuel. Some people
Call me Len. Still, I wasn’t going to argue. I stood up and took a step towards
The blonde.
‘Hey, fella, sit down!’ a man’s voice shouted.
The blonde smiled. I opened my arms.
‘Hey, fella! I told you to sit down!’ the man shouted again.
I stared into the blonde’s beautiful green eyes. Then I felt a hand on my
Shoulder.
‘Sit down! Now!’ the voice said.
I turned around.
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