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The Adventures of Philip Marlowe Red Wind

The Adventures of Philip Marlowe Red Wind

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There was a desert wind blowing that night. One of those hot, dry Santa Anas that comes down through the mountain passes and curls your hair and makes your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that, every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge .That's how this one started.I was sitting in a bar across from my apartment building, nursing a beer and trying to forget the day, when a small, snappily dressed man named Waldo walked in asking about a woman in a print bolero jacket and a blue silk dress. The drunk at the end of the bar didn't like the look of him. He plugged Waldo twice through the heart, muttered "So long, Waldo," and vanished into the hot wind. I called the police, told them about the seven hundred dollars in Waldo's pocket, and figured that was the end of it .It wasn't.Back at my apartment building, I stepped off the elevator and came face to face with the woman from Waldo's description. She was trembling, packing a small automatic, and ready to use it. Her name was Lola Barsaly. Waldo had been her chauffeur before he stole her fifteen-thousand-dollar pearl necklace—a gift from her dead lover, Johnny Dalmas. She wanted it back. She wanted it back bad enough to follow the trail into a web of murder, blackmail, and betrayal .The dead bodies started stacking up. Waldo's killer came knocking at my door with a .22 target pistol. Another corpse turned up in Waldo's apartment—a man strangled and stuffed into a Murphy bed. A Russian kept woman, a wealthy engineer with a gun, and a string of pearls that turned out to be worth less than the clasp that held them together .By the time the pieces fell into place, I'd made a deal with the cops, protected a few reputations, and sat on a rock at Malibu, watching the seagulls swoop at the splashes as I tossed a string of phony pearls into the Pacific, one by one . They'd fooled Waldo and Lola, but they couldn't fool a seagull.This is Philip Marlowe. This is Red Wind. The premiere episode of the classic CBS series that set the tone for everything that followed . Press play—and let the Santa Ana winds carry you into the shadows.

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