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alone."
    Jumbo never solicited young men in public. But now and then Z would have to get up in the night and drive one somewhere, usually West Hollywood, or Silver Lake.
    In the morning, before Jumbo got out of bed, the houseboy would bring him a lowball glass of sherry on the rocks. At breakfast he would have Irish coffee. Usually before he went to the set, Jumbo would have a couple of purple-colored pills. He called them Violets.
    "Sets you up good," he said to Z. "Try a couple."
    So Z did. And it did set him up good. At lunch they'd have martinis first and wine with, and in mid-afternoon a couple more Violets. Evenings were martinis and champagne and more Violets and whatever young people Z had been able to collect for Jumbo during the day. Sometimes there were too many, and Jumbo shared some girls with Z. Z had no interest in boys.
    "Stupid," Jumbo told him. "Go both ways, doubles your chances to score."
    One night they were so overbooked that Z spent half the night with three teenage girls.
    Better get them first, he thought. 'Fore Jumbo's been there.
    He didn't have much to do to protect Jumbo. Push away an occasional autograph hound. Block the shot of some paparazzi. Mostly he was Jumbo's driver, booze buddy, and pimp.

30

    IF THE TREES weren't blooming, you'd think it was late November. It was slate-colored and cold, with a hard rain falling as usual, and some wind. I sat inside in my office with my chair swiveled around and my feet up on the windowsill, and looked at the weather. I had a legal-size yellow pad of bluelined paper on my lap and a ballpoint pen in my hand, and while I watched the day unfold I tried my hand at thinking.
    I had made a list of people I'd talked to during the course of the Jumbo business, and I was checking it to see if I might have missed something. I didn't do a lot of scientific clues. Since nearly all the crimes I looked into were done by humans, it followed that nearly all of the clues I ever came up with were human. Something someone said or did or didn't say or didn't do, or even how they acted when they did or didn't. Whenever I was stuck, that's what I did. I made a list on a long yellow pad, of everybody, however peripheral, that I had encountered during the investigation.
    Someone came into my office, and I swiveled around to see who it was. It was Quirk, wearing a brown tweed cap and a tan raincoat.
    "Donuts?" I said.
    "Was hoping you'd have some," Quirk said.
    He took off his hat and coat, and hung them on the rack beside the door.
    "Settle for coffee," he said.
    "You know where it is," I said.
    He poured himself a cup and one for me, gave me mine, and sat down across the desk from me.
    "Just stopped by to see how things were going with Jumbo Nelson. They tell me you got canned."
    "Me and Rita both," I said. "Although technically she quit before he could fire her, I think. It's a little hard to say, and you have to give weight to the question of intent. Did he intend to fire her before she quit. Intent--"
    "Jesus Christ," Quirk said. "Whaddya know?"
    "I found out a lot," I said. "I may well bring some miscreant to justice before I'm through."
    "Did Jumbo do it?" Quirk said.
    "Haven't found that out yet," I said.
    "You got any idea?" Quirk said.
    "No."
    "What miscreants are you planning to bring to justice?"
    I told him what I'd learned from Mr. del Rio. Quirk listened, silently nodding occasionally.
    "Excellent," he said. "You're gonna clean things up in L.A. Just what I was hoping for."
    "It'll lead back to Jumbo," I said.
    Quirk leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs out in front of him. He slowly clasped his hands and raised them to his chin and held the position for a bit. Then he took in a big breath.
    "You're making a list," he said.
    "Everybody I've encountered in the, ah, investigation," I said.
    Quirk nodded, and put his hand out.
    "I see it?" he said.
    I handed him the list, and he looked at it for a while.
    "Didn't Jumbo have an agent?" Quirk said.
    "Yeah," I

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