Jake Randolph in "Requiem For A Stripper" Pt. 122

I rifled through the crap that was lying on Debra's table. Most of it was inconsequential junk. There was a make-up case covered in gaudy gold foil that I opened up. I didn't expect there to be anything I could use in there but I was desperate. It had a tray in the top which I lifted up. And there, nestled in amongst tubes of lipstick, compact cases and make-up brushes, was a little black book.

I wanted to shout Hallelujah but I thought that would be a little too unprofessional.

I did think it though. Very loudly...