Sunday’s church bells are ringing. I’m waking up from a dream and inside the dream I’d drunk a gin and tonic with Humphrey Bogart in a New York bar.
Then I hear a car alarm.
The thief wrenches open Ms Hayworth’s car parked outside her house next door and crawls behind the wheel.
I look out my bedroom window. I’m in my boxer s…
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