You haven't heard from me in a while and that's because I was thrown into prison. Yes, the men in blue picked me up off the front steps of the strange hotel with the neon burning bright as Siegfried Schulz, my boss, the one eyed undertaker, fled to the left and Slasher, void of form, disappeared into a malodorous alley on the right. Tiny Man Giant and his daughter Clean Mary had made their escape a few minutes earlier. They got away, while I froze like a deer in the headlights and had the cuffs slapped on me.
I started out by denying any involvement in the sad demise of the Limp, but they soon confronted me with fingerprints and DNA so I chose to tell the truth, but not all of it. I wasn't going to give up the names of the members of my gang.
'What were you doing in that hotel room?'
'I booked that room! Why shouldn't I be in it?'
'Why book a room in a the city where you live?'
'I had a rendezvous. With a lady.'
'Man or woman, we don't care. What's her name?'
'I picked her up on the street. She said her name was... Lily.'
'How the hell would I know?'
'What did she look like, give us a description. We know all the hookers in this town.'
'She was a princess, fair skinned and precious as a child.'
That's when they locked me up again and much to my chagrin I had to share my cell with a drunk, who after he had introduced himself to me as Frankie Lee, puked vehemently in the corner. The other guy wore a short and colorful summer dress and fluttered his false eyelashes. He had legs that can drive men mad. That night I had a series of dreams.