“You packin’ it in, Harry?”
“You know it, Sam. Last case got the better a me.”
“Fill the air, brother. I’m a vacuum.”
“S’right. Simple enough. This well-heeled Dolly was missing one Grade A hubby. Been AWOL a fortnight.”
“Leave a trail?”
“Bread crumbs on a red carpet. Straight to the Holy-Moly Motel over on Park.”
“So, what went wrong?”
“Got my Leica, peered in the window, saw them doing the hokey pokey, busted down the door, snapped the shot…”
“And?”
“The Dolly was the one in bed with him. She wasn’t the wife, after all. Just wanted to be.”
“You know it, Sam. Last case got the better a me.”
“Fill the air, brother. I’m a vacuum.”
“S’right. Simple enough. This well-heeled Dolly was missing one Grade A hubby. Been AWOL a fortnight.”
“Leave a trail?”
“Bread crumbs on a red carpet. Straight to the Holy-Moly Motel over on Park.”
“So, what went wrong?”
“Got my Leica, peered in the window, saw them doing the hokey pokey, busted down the door, snapped the shot…”
“And?”
“The Dolly was the one in bed with him. She wasn’t the wife, after all. Just wanted to be.”
