His cold, sullen face became grimly set.
Myra waited until Dillon had left the apartment, then she began a systematic search. She knew Dillon had no head for addresses. Somewhere, she was sure, she would find a clue that would lead her to this broad. Her face hard and set and her hands impatient, she went carefully through Dillon’s wardrobe. She turned out every pocket, but she found nothing. She went through his drawers, careful not to disturb anything, but again she was unsuccessful.
She sat back on the bed thinking. This was getting her nowhere. He must have written the address down. She was certain of it. The only hope was he would be carrying it on him. That would make things difficult. She went once more to his compact room. Three soiled evening shirts caught her eye, hanging up on a peg. He’d been too lazy to throw them out for the wash.
On the cuff of one of them she found what she was looking for. Scribbled in pencil was an address—158 Sunset Avenue.
She stood there, holding the shirt in her hand, a cold fury sweeping over her. “You see, you two-timin’ bastard, this whore of yours is goin’ to get a shock.”
Putting the shirt carefully back in the cupboard, she went to her drawer and found her gun. It was a toy affair with a mother-o’-pearl handle, exceedingly unpleasant at close quarters. She put on her hat and coat and shoved the gun in her handbag. Then she stood hesitating. Maybe this wasn’t quite the job for a gun. A hard little smile reached her mouth. She took from Dillon’s drawer a length of solid rubber hose. She balanced it in her hand thoughtfully. Then, winding the thong round her wrist, she forced the hose up her sleeve.
Slamming the front door behind her, she took the elevator to the street level. A yellow taxi shot to the kerb and she nodded briefly. “Sunset Avenue,” she said. “An’ flog your horse.”
The taxi jerked away. The driver said, “This is a hell of a town. I’ve never run into any guy who ain’t in a hurry.”
Myra wasn’t in the mood to talk. She said nothing.
The taxi-driver studied her in the mirror thought she was easy on the eye, and let it go at that.