From out of the Woodwork
“I was the one that they never knew about, you know?”
The old man who had crept up on me made me start right out of my skin when he spoke. I turned to look at him and was surprised to find a very old man indeed, perhaps in his nineties, but still stood very straight, not stooped with age. He was dressed to the nines in the fifties style, a deep grey suit with a fine pinstripe and a sombre charcoal fedora on his head; simple yet stylish sunglasses hiding his eyes.
“I’m sorry, who never knew what about you? In fact who are you?”
He flashed me a wicked smile from under the brim of his hat and handed me his card:
John de Lancey – Private Security
There was no number or address, but at the time I paid it no mind.
“Kid, I was the one who was in her heart when the G-men came down on her and left her looking like she’d done herself in. I found her, and had to make like I was just shocked, not plunged into despair as I was.”
I looked back at the inscription and then back at him;
“You and Marilyn?”