L.A. Connections [antikvár]

It was near midnight when the gleaming blue Mercedes limousine pulled up outside the closed book store in Farmer's Market, on Fairfax, A uniformed chauffeur -dressed all in black, including leather gloves and impenetrable sunglasses - stepped out of the car and glanced around. Nearby, a pretty girl sitting in her parked Camaro hurriedly said goodbye to her girlfriend, with whom she had been chatting on her cellphone, and left her car, locking it behind her. "Hi," she said, approaching the weird-looking chauffeur. "I'm Kimberly. Are you here for Mr X.^" He nodded and opened the rear door for her. She climbed in. He closed the door and got in the front seat. "Mr X requires you to put on a blindfold," he said