GM   Monday, August 19th, mid morning...   A little book store in the West End...   "Good morning. May I have some service please?"   The man was only a few inches over five foot, and had a considerable belly. He was dressed in a fine quality suit, and had a hat that somehow seemed to be outrageous and conservative at the same time.    His cheeks were red, as were his jowls, and he sported a pair of sideburns that looked like they belonged on a safari hunter from centuries ago.    "I