The cop who cuffed me read me my rights and asked if I understood. I told him that I did and that I wanted to talk to Detective Erlichman.
“What do you want to talk to Erlichman for?” he asked, maneuvering me none too gently toward a waiting squad car.
“He’ll want to talk to me,” I told the cop.
“Why is that?” he asked, grasping the curve of my shorn head and pushing me down into the back seat of the cruiser.
I looked up at him, at all the cops and reporters, the bikers and gawkers gathered around to see what all the excitement was about.
“I’m Angel Dare,” I said.
I can’t say the look on the cop’s face made it all worth it, but it sure made me smile.
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