（外文电子版资料）Terry Bisson - Charlies Angels.pdf

Terry Bisson - Charlies Angels CHARLIES ANGELS by TERRY BISSON 漏 2001 by Terry Bisson and SCIFI.COM (August 15, 2001). Knock knock! I never was a deep sleeper. I sat up and buttoned my shirt. Folded the blanket and dropped it behind the couch, along with the pillow. You dont want your clients to find out that you live in your office; that suggests unprofessionalism, and unprofessionalism is the bane of the Private Eye, even (and especially) the... Knock knock! Supernatural Private Eye? I dropped the Jim Beam into the drawer and opened the door with my cell phone in hand, so it would look like I had been working. Can I help you? Jack Villon, Supernatural Private Eye? She was somewhere on that wide, windswept chronological plain between thirty and fifty that softens men and sharpens women, especially those with taste and class, both of which she appeared to have in abundance. Its Villon, not Villon, I said. And... Whatever. Without waiting for an invitation, she brushed past me into my office and looked around with ill-disguised disgust. Dont you have a necktie? Of course. I dont always wear it at eight in the morning. Put it on and lets go. Its almost nine. And you are...? A paying client with no time to waste, she said, unsnapping her patent leather purse and pulling out a pack of Camels. She lit a long one off the short one in her hand. Edith Prang, Director, New Orleans Museum of Art and Antiquities. I can pay you what you ask, and a little more, but we have to hurry. You cant smoke in here, Mrs. Prang. Its Ms. and theres no time to waste, she said, blowing smoke in my face. The police are already there. Already where? Where were going. She closed her purse and walked out the door without answering, but not before handing me two reasons to follow her. Each was printed with a picture of a President I had never had the good fortune to encounter before.