"Don't stop there. I want to see where this is going."
Ward coughed. "Part of it is from Carlos, part of it I put together my--"
"Jesus, just tell--"
"Carlos is cutting off your business. It was part of a ruse to get weapons to Castro, so that he could funnel them to rebels in Central America. It all played into my foreign-casino plan, and I never knew anything about it."
Fill-in/paint-by-number/link-the-dots diverse. Stanton and Carlos/the fake funnel/the BIG LIE complete.
"It was a shuck, Ward. The whole thing."
"I know."
"Bob Relyea. What about--"
"He dropped his Klan gig and went off on another operation. Wayne's working with him, and Carlos said that's all he knows."
Pete grabbed the ticket. Ward grabbed it back.
"You flew to Saigon. You put some things together. I'm going off what you told Barb."
Pete grabbed his bag. The guns rubbed and scraped.
"You're leading me. You talked to Barb, you talked to Carlos, you found me. Let's start there."
Ward squared his glasses. "Carlos learned that Stanton, Guery, and Elorde have been skimming off his portion of the profits. He actually wants you to take them and their Cuban contacts out. He said if you do that and another 'small favor' he'll retire you."
A speaker popped. Flight 49--nonstop to Milwaukee.
"Do you think he means it?"
"Yes. They want to clean this thing up and move on."
Pete checked the gate. The flight crew stood there. Baggage carts rolled.
"Call Barb. Tell her I almost came home."
Ward nodded. Ward crumpled the ticket.
"There's one more thing."
"What's that?"
"Carlos wants you to scalp them."
110.
(Memphis, 4/3/68)
Rabbits: WILD RABBIT. RED RABBIT. DEAD RABBIT soon.
Wayne pulled curbside. Wayne parked. Wayne watched the New Rebel Motel.
The Mustang pulled up. Fred O. walked over. The shooter got out. There's skinny Fred O. He's starved to look different. There's skinny Jim Ray. He's starved off crystal meth.
They laughed. They huddled. Fred O. passed the box. It was long and bulky It contained a 30.06.
Hi-end scope. Geared for soft-point bullets. Contact spread/blunt impact/bad for ballistic IDs.
Jimmy had his rifle. Bob had the same one. Fred O. had rifle 3. It was one-shot test-fired. It was print-smeared by Jimmy.
D-day was tomorrow. Jimmy might shoot. Jimmy might punk out. Bob will shoot instead.
Fred O. ran Jimmy. Fred O. said he'd shoot. Fred O. was sure.
The Plan: There's a rooming house. It's a wino pad. It's across from the Lorraine Motel. King's at the Lorraine. He's in room 306. It's off a balcony. There's a wino pad vacancy. Fred O. made sure. Fred O. held said flop for a week.
He "checked in." He stayed away. He'll "check out" tomorrow. Jimmy will check in. He'll get that room. It's near a bathroom perch-site.
He might shoot. He might punk out. Thus Bob shoots instead.
There's a brush patch by the wino pad. It supplies cover. It supplies trajectory. The wino pad runs back to Main Street. The Lorraine's on Mulberry.
Jimmy shoots. Jimmy exits--way off Mulberry. He wipes his rifle. He drops the rifle. He drops it in a doorway.
Fred O. lurks near. Fred O. grabs the rifle. Fred O. drops rifle 3. It's print-smeared. It's smeared by Jimmy. It's smeared by transparency.
Jimmy splits. Jimmy drives to the safe house. Wayne's waiting there. It's a cheap apartment. It's furnished.
With booze empties/dope baggies/needles. With white powder/dope fits/crystal meth.
With a suicide note--forged by Fred Otash.
I flew on meth. I killed Nigger King. I'm scared now. I escaped Jeff City. I refuse to go back. I'm a hero. I'm a martyr. Hey, World, take that.
Wayne waits. Wayne geezes Jimmy up. Wayne shoots Jimmy then. Jimmy dies on a speed rush.
Panic. Suicide. Your stock "lone assassin"--gone on crystal meth.
Wayne watched the New Rebel. Fred O. stood outside. Jimmy walked in. Fred O. looked over. Fred O. saw Wayne and winked.
Wayne winked back. Wayne shoved off. Wayne drove to the Lorraine Motel.
He parked close in. He checked the lot. He checked the balcony. He checked the wino pad. He checked the brush patch. He checked the street.
The patch was thick, It flanked a cement wall. A passageway led to Main Street. They perch in the patch. They shoot or don't shoot. They walk to Main Street.
Wayne watched the motel. Negro men hobnobbed. They stood on that balcony.
No cops attendant. Dwight Holly confirmed said. Dwight Holly tapped cop frequencies. Memphis was uptight. They had riots and marches. They had cops alert on Code 3. More shit was planned. One more march boded. It was set for April 5th.
He'd be dead. Memphis would burn. Wayne knew it. Jimmy would shoot. Fred O. said so. Fred knew it.
Fred O. ran Jimmy. Jimmy ran L.A. to Memphis. Jimmy made stops in between. Jimmy was wacked. Jimmy took hypnosis courses. Jimmy went to bartender's school. Jimmy shot meth. Jimmy bought skin mags. Jimmy jacked off and read porno books.
Jimmy joined the Friends of Rhodesia. Jimmy placed swinger ads. Jimmy got rhinoplasty. Jimmy stalked Dr. King in L.A. Jimmy stalked March 16/17.
Fred O. surveilled him. Fred O. knew then: He'll shoot proactively. Fred O. recruited him proactive. Fred O. was cloaked as "Raul."
Fred had King's travel plans. Dwight Holly pouched them. They came from an FBI source.
King went to Selma. He arrived on 3/22. Fred O. and Jim Ray were there. The conditions were sub-par. Fred O. stalled D-day.
King stayed in Selma. Jimmy drove to Atlanta. He knew King lived there. King foxed him. King flew to Jew York. King had business there.
Dwight got a tip. His Fed source pouched it. RED RABBIT to Memphis. Arrival 3/28. There's a garbage strike there.
Dwight recruited Wayne on 3/30. "Raul" goosed Jimmy Ray Cash perks and meth--Memphis dead-ahead.
It was NOW. Fred said so. Fred knew it. Jimmy was strung out. Jimmy craved the "Bounty" Jimmy craved this mock Holy Grail.
Wayne watched the balcony. Wayne saw activity Dwight ran death-threat checks. The Memphis Feds supplied facts. King logged eighty-one death threats. Klan threats mostly King blew them off. King shined them on. King scorned security.
Wayne watched the balcony Wayne saw Dr. King. They went back. They intertwined. They had symmetry He went to Little Rock. He enforced integration. He saw King there. He saw that fuck film. It was FBI-shot. He saw King there. He killed three coloreds. King indicted Las Vegas. King almost went there. He killed Bongo in Saigon. King hated his war. He killed Wendell Durfee. Wayne Senior found Durfee. King served his vengeance cause.
Wayne Senior knew: You want it. I made you. It's yours.
He killed Durfee. Dwight suborned him. He joined Wayne Senior's cause. It's Wayne Senior's Hate School. It's the postgrad course. Coloreds foist chaos. Coloreds breed discord. Coloreds spawn doss.
Wayne Senior said you learned. Wayne Senior said you paid. Wayne Senior said you earned this shot.
Wayne Senior bragged: Ward Littell's retiring. Mormon heavies love me. I'll get his Hughes spot. It's certain. I know. I was told.
Carlos Marcello called me. We talked. We discussed Littell's retirement. We discussed general business. We discussed the Hughes spot.
Carlos said this: Littell worked for Hughes and me. You take that full spot. Littell suborns Nixon. Littell retires then. You go from there. You work with Nixon. You secure our requests. You insure our warranty.
Wayne Senior said this: My son the chemist. You know him. I know he's outgrown Pete B.
Carlos said this: We'll find a spot. We'll bring Wayne in. It's adios to Pete B.
Wayne watched the balcony. Wayne saw King laugh. Wayne saw King slap his knees.
I hate smart. I've killed five. You can't outhate me.
111.
(Bay St. Louis, 4/3/68)
Castoff--9:16 p.m. Light wind. Course south-southeast.
The last gun run. The kadre kurtain kall.
Pete walked the deck. His pants fit tight. He wore three guns in. He wore his shirt out. His gut bulged. The silencers chafed.
He flew in. They held castoff. He flew in late. He looked for Wayne in Vegas. He tapped out. Carlos called him.
Carlos was Carlos. Fuck the Big Lie. Carlos was brusque: "You found some things out. So what? You were never dumb, Pete."
"Bob's off somewhere. He's working with Wayne. He don't get hurt like the rest."
"Don't act aggrieved. Bring me some scalps. Remember, you owe me for Dallas."
The boat pitched. The boat dipped. The boat leveled. Pete walked the deck. Pete thought it through. Pete fought butterflies.
They're below deck. Get them alone/get them together. Hit the arms locker. Get a shotgun. Choke a tight spread.
Pilot the boat. You know how to. Head for Cuban seas. Lure Fuentes on. Lure Arredondo. Kill them/scalp them/dump them. Scalp and dump the rest.
Six snuffs. Butch haircuts. Scalped per kadre kode breach.
The boat ran smooth. Automatic pilot. Glassy Gulf seas.
Pete climbed the bridge. Pete read dials. Pete ran instrument checks. It's OK. You know how. You'll do it.
He walked below. He got flutters--biiiiiig butterflies. The main cabin stood full: Stanton/Guery/Elorde/Dick Wenzel.
Pete jittered. Pete twitched. Pete bumped his head on a beam.