Alone, Studs Fedora got the bottle of bourbon from his office. Alone, he went back to his rooms, where he sat and listened to the clock tick and the radiator hiss. In the morning, the sun would come through the window like a thrown yellow brick, and maybe it would str...
The police arrived quickly. Studs Fedora watched from the front stoop as uniformed officers escorted Cara Lotts into their squad car. Lt. Block took the transmitter and shook Studs' hand, a look of pity in his face. Studs tried to keep his face expressionless.
Cunningly concealed beneath his shirt, Studs Fedora wore a miniature transmitter, broadcasting everything said in the room to the police. Cara stared at it and her face fell as she saw her life crumble before her eyes. Studs knew exactly how she felt.
Maybe Cara had drinks with Bricks Bennett...maybe more. Maybe Lotts walked in on them...or maybe he was supposed to. Maybe there was an argument, or some shoving..or maybe it was planned. But Cara was there when Lotts went out the window.
Maybe Bricks and Lotts had drinks together, maybe they didn't. But neither one of them wore lipstick the exact shade of Cara's, the shade he had seen on one of the glasses. In the days since, Studs Fedora had seen that shade of lipstick many times...up close.