9.1



The next day, at around 1 in the afternoon, I went looking for Rikk Martinez at No Life Records in West Hollywood. They weren't kidding about "No Life." "No Hearing" would have been just as appropriate, judging from the music they were playing.

The bum at the pier had described the Camaro driver as a skinny guy with a ring in his nose and several tattoos. Big help. Just about everyone in the store had tattoos and a pierced something. If they'd put a metal detector at the door, it would have been ringing non-stop.

I went up to the guy behind the counter with a earring in each ear. I had to shout over the music.