Klempner
I open sticky eyes to a close-up of Mitch's face. My head vibrates to her gentle slapping of my cheek. "Larry, wake up. I've run you a hot bath and there's breakfast coming."
"Yes?" I pull myself into a sitting position rubbing at the stiffness in my neck. My mouth is gummy. Something is stinging my face and as I move, my ribs jab a reminder that they require gentle treatment for a few days.
"Yes," she says, putting a steaming mug into my hand. "Coffee. It's that same mix James drinks. Get yourself awake. The commissioner has said you can go with him to talk to Mickey Miller in the hospital."
"What!" I bolt up on to my feet and then groan inwardly as pelvis, thigh, knee and calf join forces all along one side with my ribs to prompt me against incautious movements."
I hold out the mug. "Top that up would you, Mitch."
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Never did I ever think to enter a public place side-by-side with the City Commissioner of Police.