The ringing of the telephone in my hotel room woke me early the next morning. I was groggy, still half-asleep when I picked up.  It was Jamilla, and she sounded a little breathless. ‘I got a call late last night from my friend Tim at The Examiner,’ she told me.’He’s got a lead for us. This could be good stuff.’ She quickly rilled me in on the sketchy details of an attempted murder, an old case. We had a witness this time. She and I were going on the road again. She didn’t ask if I wanted to go - it was apparently a done deal.  ‘I’ll pick you up in half an hour, forty minutes at the latest. We’re going to LA. Wear black. Maybe you’ll get discovered.’
United flies an hourly shuttle between San Francisco and Los Angeles. We just made the nine o’clock and were in LA an hour or so later. We didn’t stop talking for the entire trip. We rented a car at Budget and headed to Brent-wood. I was as pumped up about the new lead as she was. The FBI was also in on the game in LA.  On the way to Brentwood, she checked in with her pal Tim at The Examiner. I ............