Rehoming Freddie in the style of film noir. What can I say, I was trying to avoid work.
It was another hard case today. My pal Fast Freddie got in trouble with a dame. It's always the dames. He had to skip town, so he kept his head down in the back seat, while I drove him through the rainy streets to a place where they ask no questions. He can stay there until the heat is off.
Next week he'll be back out in the world, with a new name, far away from the woman who brought him low. He should have known better than to mess with a classy lady like her.
Don't know if I'll ever understand this case, but at least a few beers will help it settle into perspective.