Looking back, i know that the man possessed no gift of prophecy ; he simply worked to assure his own future, while i skated uncertainly towards mine. It was his flat-voiced "Cherchez la femme" that still haunts me. Because our partnership was nothing but a bungling road to the Dahlia. And in the end, she was to own the two of us completely.
The Black Dahlia
James Ellroy
1987
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