"Nobody."
"A boy like that needs handling, Jake."
Lennox laughed. "That's between you and Cooper. They're giving him a promotion party at Rox Studios Thursday. Come on over. There'll be names and photographers, so bring your properties too. You can talk it up with Sam between flashes."
Kay Hill received him in her east side Early American apartment, conducted him through a Colonial hall to a Federal parlor where she seated him on a Duncan Phyfe couch. Her dark green dressing gown clashed with the background, but set off her acid eyes and acid red hair.
"Men," she spat in her strange clipped accent. "Bloody lice! They only come when they're hungry. What are you after, Lennox?"
"Trouble," Lennox said.
"We'll pickle it first. What's your brew?" Before he could answer she made a couple of drinks, handed him one and finished hers.
"When was the last time you were here, Lennox?"
"This is the first."