We got to Harrigan's car and he asked, "You wanna tag along?"
I nodded, "If we can swing by 375 Cherokee Street in West Covina afterwards so I can check something out."
"And now I'm a chauffeur," Harrigan said, dragging out the word and.
"Jack of all trades, master of none," I said as I got in his car.
We got out to Elysian Park at about 2 p.m. It was pretty much the same scenario from Griffith Park the day before, only this time I didn't have to get past a guard who took his job way too seriously...
Neville Hunt 9 months ago
You tease, Christopher… I thought we mighta found out who’d copped it this time☹️ Guess I’ll have to wait until tomorrow 😁
Christopher 9 months ago
Sorry about that. I've been stuck in the same spot for 3 days in the writing and I'm almost up to what I have written, so I needed to slow it down a bit until I can get past the point I'm stuck in.