I waded over to the desk and put an elbow on it and was stared at by a pale thin clerk with one of these mustaches that get stuck under your fingernail.
There was a desk and a night clerk with one of those mustaches that get stuck under your fingernail.
Showing posts with label stealing from yourself. Show all posts
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Friday, September 5, 2008
Trouble is My Business, p. 12 (Vintage Crime)/ Lady in the Lake, p. 134 (Vintage Crime)
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