Nick Faldo Cyber-Eye

I crossed the room and checked out the table. I saw that he had met my demands. I really do love Canter’s Knishes. I had a double order with a side of gravy, all on Mr. Samuelson’s tab. I sat.

"So, Nick. May I call you Nick? Have you read the report in your possession?" He leaned forward on both of his elbows resting them on the table. This is something you never want to do in Canter’s.

After we soaked up most of the water from his very expensive suit and trousers we continued our little chat.

"Actually, I prefer Mr. Faldo. My friends call me Nick." I looked him straight in the forehead and fortunately he was as dry as a good martini. "And to answer your question, no, I have not read it."

"That’s good, Mr. Faldo." He looked positively ecstatic. I had a brief flash of Tommy’s face last night in my office chair and suppressed a shudder. "That’s very good."

"Now, what do I have to do to get those reports back where they belong?"

"That should be very simple, Mr. Samuelson. About 2 miles from here is the office of the Los Angeles Times. I left them in the possession of one Harry Thornton. Perhaps you’ve seen his column."

Thornton’s Corner was one of the most respected muck raking columns in the country. Harry’s price hadn’t been found yet. We knew each other from Catholic school when I used to take the raps on the knuckles for all the transgressions Harry pulled so carelessly.

"I’m sure that if you asked him nicely he would be happy to return them to you."

It was a pretty show. Mr. Samuelson, or Zig as I call him, turned three shade of purple, at least, before storming out of Canter’s.

He still didn’t leave as quickly as I had left the day before.

I saw him get into his car, knowing his bad day was just beginning. Sally was waiting in the back seat for him, intent upon addressing that Bimbo issue personally.

*******

I never did find out what was in those files. All I know for sure was that within a week, three congressmen and a senator resigned due to ‘bad health’.

Candy paid me $40,000 dollars for one day’s work and Sally smiled for a week after her meeting with Ziggy. I never mentioned the bruises on her knuckles.

I sat at my desk, looking out at the red, smog filled sky.

It was going to be another long day in Los Angeles.