The office was empty again.
Sunnudagur, 05. maí 2002
The office was empty again. No leggy brunettes, no little girls with slanted glasses, no neat dark men with gangster´s eyes. I sat down at the desk and watched the light fade. The going away sounds had died away. Outside the neon signs began to glare at one another across the boulevard. There was something to be done, but I didn´t know what. Whatever it was it would be useless. Finnst rétt ađ byrja bloggiđ í noir stemningu og stel ţessu ţví frá meistara Chandler (Raymond, ekki Bing fávitinn ţinn). Nobody would call me again. Not now, not this time. Perhaps not ever.
