THE DETECTIVE WITH NO NAME

The Detective With No Name had this strange quality about him. It was like you could never see all of him at once. Parts of him, which seemed to flicker and change as he moved, were lost in some kind of "blind spot", as if some part of him constantly was moving in and out of an extra dimension invisible to me. He breathed laboriously and drank deeply from a large, tropical-looking cocktail.

"So your guy Benny got himself hired to find the meaning of life huh?", says the Detective With No Name. "Something like that happened to me one time. This socalite asshole, who I was having a money problem with, says to me that if I'm such a hot shot investigator why don't I go out and find God and bring him back the evidence and then he'll pay me. So I pulled out my gun and stuck it in his mouth and said that maybe I should blow his brains out and he could find out about the God and life after death thing first hand. He got religion.

You should get your boy Benny to ask this client of his if she has questions about the 'meaning of life' when she's getting some real good head or after a big hit of some great dope or even a delicious piece of pie for that matter. Good luck kiddo...see you in the funny papers."

The Detective With No Name wandered off. Juan Bob said it was time for us to go.