just made a thousand dollars cash. Plus while being police escorted out of the damaged penthouse she managed to pick up two bottles of very expensive champagne.”

Loretta nodded and smiled. “Very good champagne. The poor waiter, he lost three fingers.”

“What happened to the actress?” Angel played with a cigarette.

“Who must remain nameless.” Uncle Louie and I spoke at the same time and then laughed.

Loretta slapped Uncle Louie‘s arm again, then leaned toward Angel in the back seat whispering.  “I thought she was scarred forever.  A year later I see her in a movie looking like she never had as much as a hangnail in her life.”

“Plastic surgery.”  Angel sat back and lit the cigarette.

“Has to be.”

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