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LAPD Missing Persons Desk: “Nightmare in Little Tokyo.”
1947, Los Angeles. I was looking for a missing woman by the name Ceres Fauna. Girl had the voice of an angel, and a presence as warm as my summer spent in North Africa in ‘43.
For about three years, I was a regular at her shows at the V-Tube Lounge in Little Tokyo, where she’d sing, dance, or play pinball games while conversing with the fellas. But at the beginning of the month, she suddenly blew outta town like a leaf in a stiff wind, the kind that spirals out of reach before you even had a chance of catching it. No forwarding address, no phone number. She’d even sold her car to Coombs Automotive for some extra dough before getting out of dodge. A friend on the force told me she’d been involved in some lottery racket that had left a trail of sour mugs all over this city, so it’d be natural for her to skip town. But the Ruffians told me she’d made good and settled her debts. Something was rotten in this concrete forest, and it wasn’t damp wood…
