Early autumn [antikvár]

CHAPTER 1i IThe urban renewers had struck again. They'd evicted me, a fortune-telleir, and a bookie from the comer of Mass. Ave. and Boylston, moved in with sandblasters and bleached oak and plant hangers, and last I looked appeared to be turning the place into a Marin County whorehouse. I moved down Boylston Street to the comer of Berkeley, second floor. I was half a block from Brooks Brothers and right over a bank. I felt at home. In the bank they did the same kind of stuff the fortune-teller and the bookie had done. But they dressed better.j'I was standing in the window of my office looking out at a soft rainy January day with the temperature ^ in the high fifties and no sign of snow. To the right ) across Boylston I could see Bonwit Teller. To the left Police Headquarters. In Bonwit's windows there were . mannequins wearing tight leather clothes and chains. Police headquarters leaned more to Dacron. In the window bay of the advertising agency across the street | a young black-haired woman in high-waisted gray i trousers leaned over a drawing board. Her back was toward the window."My complimients to your tailor," I said out loud. My voice sounded odd in the empty room. The blade-haired woman went away and I sat at my desk