This is the third vignette for the book, Where Fools Dare to Tread. Bennie and Artis own the Moonlight Arms, the courtyard bungalow community where Monk lives. It’s a throwback to an older LA, before it became the megalopolis it is now.
“Well I’ll be damned.” Benjamin Madison
was checking me out. “You ever heard of a man named Rory Calhoun?”
“Cowboy star of the Fifties and Sixties
wasn’t he?” I wasn’t absolutely certain of that.
“That he was, worked with him at Universal; I was a set director. Sharp dresser, that man. What can I do for ya?”
“I heard you had a place for rent.”
“True.” Bennie, as I would come to know him, rubbed his chin. I found he did this as he was thinking. Bennie stood about six foot, which, given his age; I assumed well into his eighties, meant at one time he was quite tall. “Of course…
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