She opened her log book and asked, "What's the gentleman's name?"
I laughed, "He ain't no gentleman! And who knows what the hell name he used? He's got more aliases than a cat burglar! He might have been using the name Johnny Fawn. He was picked up yesterday afternoon from the Silver Sun Motel in Garden Grove."
She looked in her book. "That would be Eddie, then. He's off at the moment. Would you like me to call him to see where he dropped Mr. Fawn off?"
I winked at her, "If you wouldn't mind, sweetheart."
She grabbed the phone...