IF I HAD A RAZOR I'D CUT YOUR THROAT JUST TO SEE WHAT RAN OUT OF IT

[Guest-blogged by Jack Womack:]


It was late morning in early May, with the sun shining and the foothills fading in and out along the horizon. I parked the car.

The place was one of those big old houses with a coach house in the back surrounded by eucalyptus trees and white acacias. All I knew about my caller was that he needed to find out something about a redheaded woman, and did something in the Valley with aerojets. The woman's name was Thelema, as near as I could make out. Okie version of Thel