"Where?"
"Brockton, Mass."
"Since when?"
"Since always," he said. "Live'air all my life. Inna shoe business. Permit me innaduce myself. Lefty Leftwich."
"What the hell!" she exclaimed. "You got three names?"
"Lefty. Leftwich." Lennox counted on his fingers. "Is on'y two."
"Skip it, Lefty." She laughed and covered her teeth with her hand.
"Scuse me, Goldilocks. Gotta 'portant letter to write."
She watched with increasing interest as he placed the paper and envelope on the table, unscrewed the pen, took it in his left hand and began to write in a sick, hysterical scrawl: Dear Who He.... This is your last warning. I'm going to kill you, you fancy filth, you penny pimp, you garbage from a fancy barrel....