His breath exploded. His breath held. His left arm burned up.
He stumbled. He weaved four feet starboard. He reared up to six-five plus. He let the anchor drop.
It cracked the deck. It shattered loud. It snapped threadbare teak. It fell below. It dropped straight down. It smashed John Stanton flush.
112.
(Memphis, 4/4/68)
Countdown: It's 5:59. We're heading for checkmate--pawn to RED KING. We're close. King's outside. King's on the balcony.
He's by the railing. He's with a Negro man. Negro men mill below. King's talking to them. It's jovial. Cars sit below.
Jimmy's in the wino pad. Fred O. said so. Jimmy will shoot. Fred O. said so. Jimmy will split. I'll drop gun 3. Fred O. said so.
Wayne watched the balcony. Brush covered him. Bob Relyea ditto. Bugs crawled. Ants swarmed. Pollen spritzed.
Bob held gun 2. It was aimed up and out. It was eye-sighted in. Wayne held binoculars. Wayne zeroed in tight.
He held on King. He got King's eyes. He got King's skin.
Bob said, "He ain't walking downstairs. If Jimmy don't shoot inside a minute, I do."
Code Red/all systems clear/all systems GO. No security extant/no cops visible/Feds and Fed cars ditto. Their car was parked on Main Street. Fred O.'s car ditto.
Bob shoots or Jimmy shoots. Jimmy runs then. They run faster. They run zippo. They run through the same passageway. They're younger and swift. They cut through the wino-pad wings.
They bag their car. They split. Jimmy bags his car. Jimmy splits. Fred O. drops gun 3 in a doorway--upside Canipe Novelty.
Wayne hits the safe house. Jimmy shows up. Jimmy suicides.
Countdown--6:O0 p.m. sharp--pawn to RED KING.
Wayne honed his binoculars. Wayne got King's eyes. Wayne got King's skin.
"I'm on him. If Jimmy misses or wounds, I'll tap you."
"I want him to punk out. You know that."
"Otash says he's solid."
"He's a fruitcake. Always has been."
Wayne watched King. Wayne ran outtakes. Wayne saw that fuck film. The mattress jiggles. King's flab rolls. That ashtray drops.
Wayne tingled. Bob tingled. Wayne saw his veins pop. They heard a shot slam. They saw red blood on black skin. They heard concurrent pop.
Wayne saw the impact. Wayne saw the neck spray. Wayne saw King drop.
The safe house: A two-room apartment. Bargain-basement furnished. Three miles off South Main.
Wayne dropped Bob off. Wayne went there. Wayne sat. Fucking Jimmy schizzed out. Fucking Jimmy no-showed.
Fred O. said go there. Fred O. said meet my friend. He's got the bounty. He's got your visa. He's got your Rhodesian passport.
Wayne sat. Wayne waited. Wayne shagged walkie-talkie reports. Fred O. buzzed. Fred O. talked. Fred O. culled juicy cop talk.
He dropped the gun. He did it unseen. Jimmy bagged his sled and took off. The cops showed. The cops found the gun. The cops checked it out.
They talked to folks. They got descriptions. They put broadcasts out. Look for a white man. He's got a white Mustang.
Wrong. Jimmy's 'Stang was yellow.
Fred O. buzzed. Fred O. fretted. He's gone. He smelled shit. He shut "Raul" off. The cops have the plant gun. The Feds will take over. The Feds will obfuscate.
Soft-point bullets. Hard to ID. Ballistic holocaust. It's a 30.06. It's the murder weapon. We know that's a fact.
Trust Mr. Hoover. He'll extrapolate. Big Dwight says so. Wayne agreed. Wayne said we're covered. We both say so.
Bob was crushed. Bob didn't shoot. Bob the Klansman bereft. Bob laughed and hailed a cab. Bob booked for West Memphis, Arkansas.
Wayne sat. Wayne waited. Wayne gave Jimmy up.
He burned the suicide note. He flushed the crystal meth. He smashed the hypodermic. He put gloves on. He wiped the pad. He played the radio.
He heard eulogies. He caught breaking news. He heard Negroes-in-the-street bereft. Riots in progress/nationwide chaos/arson and sack.
Wayne popped a window. Wayne heard sirens. Wayne saw flames sweep and crack.
Wayne thought I Did That.
113.
(Washington, D.C., 4/6/68)
Updates--live on TV.
Littell watched NBC. Littell caught riots and mourning. Littell watched all-day TV.
Riot dead: four in Baltimore/nine in D.C.
Riots: L.A./Detroit/St. Louis. Chicago/New York. Outrage/chain reaction/big damage stats.
Littell cracked a window. Littell smelled smoke. Littell heard bullets smack.
A newsman pitched a D.C. update. This just teletyped: Negroes see a white man. Negroes swamp his car. Negroes kill said white man. Other Negroes watch.
Littell watched TV. Littell kept a vigil. It ran forty-eight hours plus.
He flew to D.C. He did Teamster work. He got the news. He holed up in his apartment. He lived by his TV.
He mourned. He watched TV. He ran scenarios: Mr. Hoover/Dwight Holly/BLACK RABBIT.
The Rustin shakedown. Attendant frustration. The Poor People's March provokes. Time lines/event chains/conclusions pro and con. The FBI investigates/cover-up pro and con/empirical lessons from Dallas.
He holed up. He wept some. He wondered: The El Encanto bug. The Boys' "goody box." Bobby's bugged suite. Access to Bobby's campaign.
He ran scenarios. He connected them--King to Bobby. He watched TV. He debunked scenarios--King to Bobby. He stayed inside. He stayed safe. He called Janice.
She got the word. She learned eight days ago. The doctors said it's cancer.
It's in your stomach. It's spreading slow. It's in your spleen. Your cramps masked the symptoms. Your cramps cost you time. Your cramps skewed early detection.
You might live. You might die. Let us operate. Janice said maybe. Janice said let me think.
He told her: You love the DI. Move in with me. Relax and play the golf course.
Janice did it. Janice moved in. They talked. Janice blasted Wayne Senior.
Janice wept some. Janice said he talked in his sleep. He asked what he said. She said you reach out for "Bobby" and "Jane."
She said no more. She zipped her lips and played coy. He consoled her. He convinced her--let them operate.
Janice showed courage. Janice said yes. Janice faced the knife next week.
Sick list: Janice was gravely ill. Pete almost died. Heart attack/on his boat run/well out at sea.
Pete killed four men. Pete dumped the bodies. Pete turned the boat back. Pete radioed Bay St. Louis. Pete said call my friend in D.C.
Littell got the message. Littell called Carlos. Carlos pledged a cleanup crew. Pete got the boat in. Pete got lucky. No one saw five men embark.
The cleanup men got on. The cleanup men cleaned up. The doctors got Pete. The doctors operated. The doctors patched his heart.
Coronary thrombosis. Mid-range this time. You were lucky.
Pete rested. Littell called him. Pete said he got four. Pete said he missed the last two.
Littell called Carlos. Littell relayed the message. Carlos said fuck it. Carlos reprieved the last two.
Pete called Littell back. Pete asked favors. Don't tell Barb. Don't scare her. Let me get my shit back. Call Milt Chargin. Say I'm okay. Have him mind the cat.
Littell agreed. Littell called Pete. Littell called one hour back. A nurse came on. She said Pete checked out--"Against doctor's advice."
Pete had a visitor. Said visitor spooked him. It was "Carlos Somebody" It was four hours back.
Littell flipped channels. Littell saw Bobby. Bobby was solemn. Bobby condemned racial hate. Bobby mourned Dr. King.
The scenarios kicked in: bug jobs pro and con/collusion widespread. It got bad. It got wild. It got real.
Littell grabbed his Rolodex. Littell found Paul Horvitz.
He made the meet. Paul said he'd risk it. See you at 6:00 p.m.--Eddie Chang's Kowloon.
Littell weighed his risk.
The hotel bug. Potential upshots exponential. Risk it. Tell Paul. Have him warn Bobby.
Littell dressed up. Littell wore his beard and tweeds. Littell walked out.
He walked. He broke curfew laws. He heard sirens. He saw D.C. locked down tight. He saw flames two miles over. He heard klaxons overlap.
He walked fast. He broiled in tweed. A breeze blew soot flakes. A car eased by. A Negro yelled. He heard race obscenities.
A Negro hurled a beer can. A Negro dumped an ashtray. Cigarette butts breezed.
Littell hit Conn. Ave. Water mains erupted. Firemen lugged hoses. Cops stood by fire trucks.
The Kowloon was open. Eddie Chang was feisty. Eddie Chang fed local cops.
Littell walked in. Littell grabbed the back booth. The barman turned thelVup.
Live local feed. Negroes with gas cans. Cars belly-up.
Three men watched. They were bluff-hearty types. They had hardhats and beer guts.