gal-walking along the street around the corner from the joint. She's got a coupla big suitcases but they
don't seem to trouble her none. She's walking quick. But away from the doll joint. He eases over to get a
better look, when all of a sudden she ain't there. He sniffs around the place he's seen her. There ain't hide
nor hair of her. It's pretty dark, an' he tries the doors an' the areaways, but the doors are locked an' there
ain't nobody in the areaways. So he gives it up an' hunts me.
"I look over the place. It's about a third down the block around the corner from the doll joint. The doll
joint is eight numbers from the corner. They're mostly shops an' I guess storage up above. Not many
people living there. The houses all old ones. Still, I don't see how the gal can get to the doll joint. I think
maybe the tail's mistaken. He's seen somebody else, or just thinks he's seen somebody. But we scout
close around, an' after a while we see a place that looks like it might stable a car. It don't take us long to