![]() ![]() Automatically he walked out of the small canyon, down to the beach road. But Terriss’ number was as good as being unlisted. It was possible he could change his phone number, Terriss’ number. ![]() He liked Beverly Hills a pleasant neighborhood. ![]() He could move again but he was damned if he would. Terriss was telling everyone about being off to Rio for a year, a fat job to go with his fat head. He was sick and tired of the second-rate hotel off Westlake Park. But he blatted waiting for it and Dix had found the flat he’d been waiting for. He had alcoholic eyes and they were smearing the blonde with Dix. Terriss was going to pouches under his chin and eyes, in his belly. ![]() He hadn’t cared for Mel Terriss then he’d cared even less for him on running into him that night last July. A fellow he’d known years ago, in college. He liked the place he had now he’d been lucky about it. It wasn’t easy to find quarters, the right ones for him. He’d moved more than once during his seven months in California. He walked into the night not knowing the way, not caring. Her final novel, The Expendable Man was published in 1963. Hughes (1904–1993) was the author of 13 novels and a poetry collection, as well as an award-winning crime fiction critic. Newly reissued by NYRB, this 1947 novel is a Los Angeles noir with a forward-looking, feminist twist and the inspiration behind Nicholas Ray's classic film of the same name. ![]()
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