D & D, No. 3: "Santa Anna's!"
It was late. Full moon. October. The Santa Anna's (L.A.'s seasonal winds, often quite violent) were vacuuming the smog-filled, L.A. basin... Downtown L.A. - always deserted at weekends - was, commercially inverted, The great American future. Not a Billy-Morrison Talent Agent in sight and Hollywood-desolate; Hope Street, L.A., Union Station? "Nuttin' doin'!", Taxis had pissed off long ago. Any "Charrilo" with half a brain had nailed tent pegs to his San Fernando bungalow and whilst Pan-handlers switched off their cell-phones, South-Central closed down and ordered "Chinese Take-Out!", CRACK? GIT SUM!!! And Pacific coastal SURF -in reverse; Aging Cheerleaders reverted to Pyjama Parties and "Bone-heads" went to visit their Moms, waxed their Long-Boards: Prime time for murder MOST FOUL. Ask anyone?... Anyone in L.A.
"D&D" actually witnessed the shit coming down? Some windswept HELI-TV-VAGINA news bitch, on her flight home from her last - L.A. Freeway car chase assignment -and BORED TO TEARS, caught cross-wind, and accidentally , HELI-TV cameras, ZEROED, fire-power-catching the moment? Even the suited Vagina got visually suspicious? "..Bank robbery!?... Do People still do that?"
(Slugging on her flask of Vodka:): "We got sumptin' 'appen'n' ere!? - Suzi Suzuki, reportin'!"
FACT: Three, or possibly four "perps" (bank job) crashed (interstate 101), chased aggressively by LAPD black & whites, flipped the highway boundaries, dumped the "getaway" (a Toyota) and "fan tailed" into (the district) CANOGA PARK, once an orchard-forest domain where Hollywood/Errol Flynn starring, enacted Calvary charges but now in-fest ed with cut price apartment blocks and residential swimming pools.
Little known to most "Angele nos" but NOT to "D&D", , Canago park his home to the best Indian/Pakistani wholesale food outlets. At least ONE of the "perps" was clearly from the East. (Heli-TV footage?)
"D&D" had him identified, ARRESTED whilst hiding in a warehouse, twixt sacks of of Lentils, sacks of Dahl and Basmati Rice, trying - and obviously guilty - , trying to commit suicide, GORGING on mouthfuls of Chilli-Madras from CANS!!! Murder most foul! Bloody suicide. And the wild wind blew.
"D&D", on the ball, jumped into his FORD MUSTANG.
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