he asked. I was half-dreaming,
asleep in the driver’s seat of my
car. Perhaps it was a rental, yes,
I had already moved into the place
on Bush Street on my own and had
to sell it. The parking tickets were
piling up, and, well, I was on my own,
and somehow between now and some
time soon I had to get some furniture.
“Huh?” I caught the slobber before it
dripped. There was a man at my win
dow. “Are you a detective?” “Uh, no.”
And then it dawned on me. I was getting
cruised just above the ruins of the Sutro Baths.
