Death Always Knocks Twice / Noir Au/ Closed
It was raining the night she walked into my office; that should have been my first clue. It never rains in the City of Angels unless the angels are weeping. And the angels here are tougher than most.
She was small, like a grenade or a shot of tequila, but with a fire in her eyes that made her no less dangerous. mishandling any three could cost a man his life. She had legs that went up her skirt and made you wonder where exactly they led. She was trouble incarnate, the dice of the fates made human form.
And she had chosen tonight, of all nights, to walk into my life. A night I would have rather spent by myself nursing a bottle of Canadian whiskey and remember my biggest mistake.
But rent needed to be paid, and five months in LA had been harder than in Canada. So I put down the papers, swept my desk off while studiously ignoring my empty IN tray and gestured for her to talk a seat before me.
