[DaBackpack]

Next day was Sunday and we went for
a ride down to the beach. She had
loosened up a bit and she was even
laughing... I had to make sure she
wouldn't tell that stuff about Phyllis
to anybody else. It was dynamite,
whether it was true or not. And I
had no chance to talk to Phyllis.
You were watching her like a hawk,
Keyes. I couldn't even phone her for
fear you had the wires tapped.

Monday morning there was a note on
my desk that you wanted to see me,
Keyes. For a minute I wondered if it
could be about Lola. It was worse.
Outside your door was the last guy
in the world I wanted to see.