One of my flaws is that I’m a great one for asking questions, but I’m mediocre to poor at answers. Which isn’t the best trait for a detective.
Though it may be why, of late, I’ve become an armchair Buddhist.
In Buddhism, you’re meant to question everything, including the idea of questioning everything.
And really there are noanswers, anyway.
But that’s in Nirvana. Which is where you get to go when you become enlightened. I hear it’s very peaceful there.
But in this messy realm — the realm of women and men and all their myriad problems — there aresome answers tosome questions.
You can figuresome things out.
Which is why you need detectives. Even mediocre-to-poor ones like me.
Because finding a killer can be like finding an answer.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
The afternoon when all this began, it seemed like just another nice cold Los Ang
