King's dead. Bobby soon. Shit will peak and resettle. The Poor People's March tanked. The riots upstaged it. Fools popped their rocks and resettled. Chaos is taxing. Fools tire quick. King's death let them roar and resettIe. Bobby will go. Dick Nixon will reign. The country will roar and resettle.
The fix will work. Peace will reign. His type will run things. He saw it. He felt it. He knew.
And: You'll step up. You'll get your piece. You know it. You're making calls. You're listening. You're thinking.
He called Wayne Senior. He let him talk. He let him tattle and puff.
Wayne Senior said this: Littell will retire. I'll get his job. I'll span Howard Hughes and the Boys. Dick Nixon and me. Dick and the Boys--shitfire.
Wayne listened. Wayne prompted. Wayne dropped soft tell-me-mores.
Wayne Senior said: I ran Maynard Moore. He was my snitch. I bankrolled most of Dallas. I sent you there. I got you close. I bought you history. You killed Moore--didn't you?--you lived history.
Wayne dodged the probe. Wayne rethought Dallas. Moore and the bankroll were old news. The hot news was contempt and hubris.
Dallas derailed your life. Dallas killed your wife. Dallas almost killed you. Wendell D. was there. You weekended with him. Cut to your last rendezvous.
Wayne Senior found Durfee. Dwight Holly helped. They found him and staked him for you. Durfee killed three more women. He killed them during that interval--before your last rendezvous.
Wayne Senior gloated. Hear this now. Wayne Senior bragged. Pete killed the kadre men. Carlos vouched the job. Carlos said Pete could "retire." Carlos lied to Pete. Carlos told Wayne Senior why.
Pete was impetuous. Pete was erratic. Pete had ideals. Pete and Barb go. Pete and Barb go after Bobby. Carlos has a guy. His name's Chuck the Vice. Chuck kills shitfire. Carlos will call Chuck apres Bobby.
Hubris. Miscalculation. Pure contempt for YOU.
He had time. He had the phone. He had scrambled frequencies. He called out. He didn't call Barb. He didn't call Pete.
He called Janice. He listened. She talked.
She had cancer. They cut some out. Most of it spread. She had six months tops. She blamed herself. Her cramps hid the symptoms. Said cramps were Wayne Senior--derived.
She hid the prognosis. She never told Ward. She moved into his suite. She still loved the golf course. She still hit shag balls.
She was fading. Ward never sensed it. Ward was soooo Ward. Ward talked in his sleep now. Ward invoked "Bobby" and "Jane."
Ward studied ledger books. There were two separate sets. Ward had them hidey-hole stashed. Ward was secretive. Ward was heedless. She found the stash.
Teamster books. Figures and code names. One set. Anti-Mob books. Typed pages with hand scrawls. One set.
Feminine scrawl. Probably scrawled up by "Jane."
Ward mimeo'd the Jane sheets. Ward wrote cover notes. Ward filled envelopes. Ward was secretive. Ward was heedless. She watched him. She peeked and saw.
She did the pencil trick. She traced a scratch-pad sheet. She bagged a cover note verbatim. Ward wrote to "Paul Horvitz." He was on Bobby's staff. Ward pleaded. Ward groveled. Ward pressed. Ward said here's more dirt. Ward said I'm not a spy. Ward said please don't hate me.
It was pathetic. Janice said so.
He called her again. She disdained cancer talk. She talked about Ward.
He's guilt-wracked. He's paranoid. He's confused. He's talking crazy. He says the Feds are on me. He says the Boys might be out for Bobby.
He plays Bobby tapes. He plays them late at night. He thinks I'm asleep. He sleeps fitful. He prays for Bobby. He prays for Martin Luther King. He split ten days ago. He hasn't called. I think he wigged out.
I miss him. I might burn his stash pile. It might drive some sense home. It might wake him up.
Wayne said don't do it. Janice laughed. Janice said it was just talk. Wayne proposed a date. He said I'll pass through Vegas soon. We'll meet at Ward's suite.
Janice said yes.
He wanted her. Dying or not. He knew it. Janice got him thinking. Everything did.
He got an urge. It was time-travel stuff. It reached back fourteen years. He called his mother in Peru, Indiana.
The call shocked her. He let her calm down. They broke some ice. They bridged some pauses. They talked. He lied his life off. She said all good things.
You were a tender child. You loved animals. You set trapped coyotes free. You were a brilliant child. You learned complex math. You excelled at chemistry. You carried no hate. You played with colored children. You loved righteously.
I was pregnant once. It was '32--two years before you. Wayne Senior had a dream. He saw the baby as a girl. He wanted a boy.
He beat my stomach in. He used brass knuckles. The baby died. Wayne Senior was right. It was a girl. The doctor told me.
Wayne said goodbye then. His mother said God bless.
Wayne thought it through. Wayne called Janice. Wayne set up their date.
116.
(Long Beach, 6/3/68)
Bobby! Bobby! Bobby!
The crowd chanted it. The crowd went nuts. Speak Bobby speak!
Bobby climbed a flatbed truck. Bobby grabbed a microphone. Bobby rolled up his sleeves.
The Southglen Mall. Three thousand fans--Speak Bobby Speak! Parking-lot frenzy. Kids on daddies' shoulders. Sound speakers on stilts.
The fans loved Bobby. The fans fucked up their vocal cords. The fans fucking shrieked. Watch Bobby smile! Watch Bobby toss his hair! Hear Bobby speak!
Pete watched. Likewise Fred O.
They watched Bobby. They watched his bodyguards. They watched the cop crew. The numbers were low. Bobby loved contact. Bobby shined on security.
Fred watched cops move. Fred watched cops scan. Fred watched cops flank. Fred nailed details. Fred memorized.
Fred met Sirhan. They "met" at the track. They "met" six weeks back. Fred staged a play for Sirhan. Fred beat up a Jew.
He was a big man. He had a big beak. He wore a big beanie. He was a very big Jew.
Fred kicked his ass. Sirhan watched. Sirhan dug the show. Fred dished rapport--I'm Bill Habib--I'm Arab too.
Courtship/subornment/recruitment/sheep dip.
Fred palled with Sirhan. Fred bought him booze. Fred ragged the Jews. They met every day. They worked up a mojo. They ragged Bobby K. They met semi-private. Fred stayed skinny. Fred stayed camouflaged.
Fred tweaked Sirhan. Fred studied Sirhan. Fred learned: How far to push him. How much booze to pour him. How much hate to stoke. How to get him talking. How to get him fuming: Kill RFK!
How to get him blackout drunk. How to get him fucked-up blotto. How to push him to memory loss. How to get him stalking rallies. How to get him talking death. How to get him talking fate. How to get him target shooting out in the hills--blasting at mock--Bobby K.'s.
Fred gauged Sirhan. Fred said: He's drinking hard. He's drinking every night. He's drinking with and without me. He's hitting rallies. He's rally-hopping countywide. He always packs his piece. I've tailed him. I've seen it. I know.
He hates Bobby. His logic's warped. It's misdirected and rationalized. He hates the Jews. He hates Israel. He hates Zionist Bobby. He hates Bobby because Bobby's a fucking Kennedy.
He's primed now. He's ready now. He's psycho. He's blackout-prone. He's booze-atrophied.
Fred picked the spot. Fred told Sirhan. Fred made Sirhan drink. Sirhan picked the spot. Sirhan picked it two bottles later. Sirhan usurped the idea. Sirhan thinks it's his idea. It's his booze epiphany.
Tomorrow night. The Ambassador Hotel. Bobby's victory gala. Bobby to shout victory Bobby will be fried. Bobby will be torched and zorched--cumulatively. The kitchen's the way out. It's short and fast--serendipity. Sirhan's there. Sirhan's primed--tenaciously.
Fred knew the kitchen. Fred checked it out. Fred pumped rent-a-cops. Said cops pledged this: Tight spaces/armed guards/tight security. That meant potential combustion/potential confusion. That meant potential insanity.
Fred's suggested drama/Fred's predicted lunacy: Men draw their guns. Men shoot Sirhan. Shots bounce and hit Bobby K. Fred said he will shoot. Fred knew the nut turf. Fred-"Raul" ran James Earl Ray Pete looked around. The crowd yelled. The crowd went nuts. The crowd out-yelled Bobby.
The speakers backfired. Reverb blew wide. Bobby spoke bassofalsetto. Pete heard platitudes. Pete heard "end the war." Pete heard "King's legacy."
Barb dug Bobby. Barb dug his antiwar shit. He hadn't called her. She hadn't called him. She never wrote. No contact since Sparta. No contact post-boat trip. No contact post-coronary.
The crowd yelled. Pete looked around. Pete saw a pay phone. It was streetside. It was away from the noise. It was away from Bobby.
He pushed over. People stepped aside. People saw his cane. He made the booth. He caught his breath. He fed quarters in.
He got an operator. She patched the Cavern. He got the switchboard. He shagged his messages.
No message from Barb. One message from Wayne: Call me/Lake Tahoe/urgent/this number direct.
Pete dropped quarters. Pete got an operator. She patched Tahoe direct. Pete heard two rings. Pete heard Wayne: "Hello?"
"It's me. Where the hell have--"
"Littell's on to the hit. Grab him and bring him here. And tell Barb go someplace safe."
117.
(San Diego, 6/3/68)
Bobby soared.
He jabbed the air. He tossed his hair. He praised Dr. King. He co-opted him. He out-orated him. He made his praise sing.
It all worked. It all sang--the sunburn/the bray/the rolled sleeves.
The crowd soared. The crowd roared. The crowd cheered in sync. Two thousand people/crowd ropes up/parking-lot streams.
Littell watched. Littell willed Bobby: Please look at me.
See me. Don't fear me. I won't hurt you again. I'm a pilgrim. I fear for you. My fear's justified.
Bobby stood on a flatbed. The tailgate shook and dipped. Aides stood below him. Aides steadied him.
Look over. Look down. See me.
His fear boiled over. It popped two weeks back. His fear stretched and peaked. He linked fear dots. He plumbed fear lines. He read fear hieroglyphs.
The news pic/the El Encanto/suite 301. The Sam line: "Box of goodies." The Carlos line: Pete's "small favor." Fear connections/hieroglyphs/puzzle chips.
It got bad. It ate him up. It ruined his sleep. He split Vegas. He flew to D.C. He called Paul Horvitz.
Paul hung up. He called Mr. Hoover. He called Dwight Holly. They hung up. He drove to the Bureau. Door guards ejected him.
He flew to Oregon. He approached campaign staffers. Staff guards restrained him. He saw his name on a list--all "Known Enemies."
He told the guards I sense things. He said please talk to me. They said no. They manhandled him. They ejected him.
Chips dovetailed. He sensed things. Mr. Hoover knows--just like he knew about Jack.
He flew to Santa Barbara. He got a hotel room. He staked out the El Encanto. He watched 301. He followed wires. He found the listening post.
Suite 208/fifty yards up/manned twenty-four hours per day.