I laughed, "Who the hell would want to frame you?"
"Bobby Diamond," he said, taking another swig of the amber liquid.
That stopped me in my tracks.
"Bobby Diamond? The gangster Bobby Diamond? The kingpin of the L.A. numbers runners? Stable of the finest whores in Southern California? And, if rumors are believed, purveyor of marijuana and other illicit substances?"
"That's him," Milton said, still drinking.
It was coming together now. "Ah, owner of the Cherokee Club where recently deceased Paige Turner performed her sappy numbers. Lemme guess, she was also performing private shows for you and Mr. Diamond, huh?'
Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
That broad Paige clearly had no taste, or badly needed specs, if she did numbers for that slimy little weasel Milton.
Christopher over 5 years ago
Thanks, guys. The very first story had a gangster named Vic Stane and I knew I'd never top that one again, but I think Bobby Diamond is pretty good.
Christopher over 5 years ago
Oh, and I didn't intend this, but "Lemme guess" seems to be Jake's catch-phrase for this story.