Jake Randolph in "Requiem For A Stripper" Pt. 252

Harrigan was a practical man. I knew arguing with him about it would be pointless. Besides, I needed his help.

The phone on Harrigan's desk rang and he picked it up.

"Harrigan. Yeah, okay. Thanks, Becky."

He wrote something down on a piece of paper and handed it to me. It said 375 Cherokee Street, West Covina.

"Thanks, Jim. I'll let you know if I turn up anything."

He nodded as I got up. I sensed someone walking up behind me. I turned to see the chief of police of the city of Los Angeles, Anthony Romero, staring at me...