It lives in a paperback,
the
older the better,
with
yellowed pages
brown
at the edge.
It’s
there that Mason,
Marlowe,
and Spade
throw
on trench coats
in
the middle of the night
to
track down a lead,
put
a tail on a snitch.
A
gunshot rings out
in
the night, a lick
of
hot yellow flame
disappearing
into an alley.
There
are cocktails
in
a fancy lounge,
a
conversation
with
a fat man,
maybe
a tryst
with
the dame
after
she’s given over
the
stolen goods.
I
look up from the page,
hoping
the curious case
will
never end.
That’s
the nature
of
deep-down sleuthing,
of
solving a mystery.
That’s
life.
~William Hammett
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