MATT CADD, PRIVATE EYE: B & E

Mrs. Chan called Matt Cadd when her place was burgled. She sat in the kitchen. Housecoat. Slippers. Sipping a screwdriver.

"I see him again, I shoot him," she said.

"Don't," he said. "Makes a mess."

She smiled, reached in a pocket, handed over two quarters.

"You get me a paper."





50¢ in the slot.