He finished her transcript. She learned the details. An agent planted the goods. She told him Jane stories--straight off the cuff--she dropped details and recalled them days later.
He memorized them. He caught her subtext: You made me. Live with your work. Don't challenge my tales. You'll know me. I'll say who I was.
Pete knew about Arden. Pete learned in Dallas. He trusted Pete. Pete trusted him. The Boys owned them both.
Carlos told Pete to kill Arden. Pete said, "Okay." Pete won't kill women. That's pure un-okay.
Pete killed Jack Zangetty. Pete flew to New Orleans. Pete briefed Carlos on it. Carlos loved the Polaroids. Carlos said, "Three more."
Pete drove to Dallas. Pete checked around. Pete called Carlos. Pete reported back: Jack Ruby's nuts. He scratches. He moans. He talks to spirit husks. Hank Killiam split Dallas. Hank booked to Florida. Betty Mac split to parts unknown.
Arden? She vanished--that's all I've got. Carlos said, "Okay--for now."
The Summit succeeded. His plan wowed the Boys. They vetoed the dope plan. Pete logged a No. Pete braced Wayne Junior. Wayne Junior said No. Pete logged two Nos straight.
Doug Eversall called him--on Christmas Eve. Doug said, "I couldn't tape Bobby."
He said, "Keep your tape rig--and brace him again."
Merry Christmas. Don't fall off your high shoe. Don't drop your microphone.
He called Mr. Hoover. He said he had a Bobby source. He said he hotwired him.
He didn't say: I need to hear Bobby's voice.
23.
(Las Vegas, 1/6/64)
The heat ducts blew. The squadroom froze. Fucking igloo time.
Guys split en masse. Wayne worked solo. Wayne cleaned up his desk.
He sifted desk junk. He stacked the Dallas dailies first. He had some Ruby shit. He had bopkes on Moore and Durfee.
Sonny Liston sent a postcard. It rehashed their "good times." Sonny foresaw a Clay fight KO.
He cleaned up one file--the West LV whore jobs/reports and snapshots. Colored whores/bad bruises/smeared lipstick and contusions.
He held the file. He read it. He looked for leads. Nothing popped out. The assigned cop hated Negroes. The assigned cop hated whores. The assigned cop drew dicks in their mouths.
Wayne stacked papers. Wayne cleared his desk. Wayne locked the file up. Wayne typed reports.
The squadroom froze. The ducts blew--brrr-fucking-brrr.
Wayne yawned. Wayne craved sleep. Lynette bugged him incessant. Lynette had one refrain: "What happened in Dallas?"
He dodged her. He split home early. He worked late. He logged lounge time. He nursed beers. He caught Barb B. He nursed this big crush.
He sat near the stage. Pete sat close by. They never talked. They both eyed the redhead.
Call it leverage. Call it a buffer zone--let's stay in touch.
Lynette rode him. Lynette said don't hide from me. Lynette said don't hide with Wayne Senior.
He hid there pre-Dallas. He crushed on Janice pre-Barb. Dallas changed things. He reworked his crush time now.
He watched Barb. He played chicken with Pete concurrent. Janice played supporting crush.
He dodged Wayne Senior now. Christmas tore it. The film and the hate tracts--Wayne Senior's print style.
The oldies were one thing. "Veto Tito!"/"Castrate Castro!"/"Ban the U.N.!" It was fear shit. It was Red Tides. It was no hate overt.
He saw Little Rock. Wayne Senior didn't. The Klan torched a car. The gas cap blew. It put a colored boy's eye out. Some punks raped a colored girl. They wore rubbers. They shoved them in her mouth.
Wayne yawned. Wayne pulled carbons. The fine print blurred.
Buddy Fritsch walked up. "You bored with your work?"
Wayne stretched. "Do you care if blackjack dealers have misdemeanor convictions?"
"No, but the Nevada Gaming Commission does."
Wayne yawned. "If you've got something more interesting, I'll bite."
Fritsch straddled a chair. "I want some fresh leads on the Control Board and Liquor Board men. Everyone but the Sheriff and DA. Submit a report to me before you update your file."
Wayne said, "Why now? I update my files in the summer."
Fritsch pulled a match. His hand jumped. He missed the book. He broke the matchhead.
"Because I told you to. That's all the justifying you get."
"What kind of leads?"
"Anything derogatory. Come on, you've been there. You hold surveillance and see who gets naughty."
Wayne rocked his chair. "I'll finish my work and get on it."
"You'll get on it now."
"Why 'now'?"
Fritsch pulled a match. His hand jumped. He missed the book wide.
"Because you blew your extradition job. Because a cop went off without you and got himself killed. Because you fucked up relations between us and Dallas PD, and because I am determined to get some value out of you before you make more rank and move out of my unit."
"Value" tore it--fuck him sideways.
Wayne pulled his chair up. Wayne leaned in close. Wayne bumped Fritsch's knees hard.
"Do you think I'd kill a man for six thousand dollars and a few pats on the back? For the record, I didn't want to kill him, I couldn't have killed him, I wouldn't have killed him, and that's the best value you'll ever get out of me."
Fritsch blinked. His hands jumped. He popped big spitballs.
It played wrong. Logic 101--E follows D.
Pete wants the files. Pete knows the fail-safe procedure. One cop holds the files. Said cop probes alleged misconduct. Said cop informs the Gaming Commission.
The procedure restricts data. The procedure hinders corrupt cops. The procedure curtails corrupt PDs.
Honest cops rigged the plan--one cop/one file set. Intel cops found proteges. Intel cops passed the job on. The last intel cop died on duty. Wayne Senior pulled strings. Wayne Senior got Wayne the job.
E follows D. Pete's mobbed up. Buddy Fritsch ditto. Buddy knows the files hold old data. The last misconduct charge was filed in 1960.
Pete wants new dirt. Pete wants hot dirt. Pete squeezed Buddy Fritsch. Buddy's pissed at Wayne. Buddy worships Wayne Senior. Buddy knows Wayne will do the job.
Wayne kept his files in a bank vault. Per procedure: a safe at the main B of A.
He drove over. A clerk cracked the vault. Wayne cracked the files out. He knew the names already. He skimmed the stats and got refreshed. He wrote down addresses.
Duane Joseph Hinton. Age 46. Building contractor/Mormon. No Mob ties. Drunk/wife beater. 7/59--one accusation logged.
Hinton bribes state legislators. A snitch so states. Hinton buys them whores. Hinton gives them fight tickets. They slip him bid sheets. Thus Hinton underbids. Thus Hinton gets state building jobs.
Said tip--unverified. Case closed--9/59.
Webb Templeton Spurgeon. Age 54. Retired lawyer/Mormon. No Mob ties/no accusations logged.
Eldon Lowell Peavy. Age 46. Owner: the Monarch Cab Company/the Golden Cavern Hotel-Casino.
The Cavern drew low rollers. Monarch Cab was low-end. Cabs drove drunks to grind joints. Cabs perched at the jail. Cabs drove prostitutes. Monarch serviced West LV. Monarch drove Negroes. Monarch got cash up front.
Eldon Peavy was a fag. Eldon Peavy hired ex-cons. Eldon Peavy owned a Reno fruit bar.
Tips logged: 8/60, 9/60, 4/61, 6/61, 10/61, 1/62, 3/62, 8/62. Snitch tips--thus far unverified: Peavy's drivers pack guns. Peavy's drivers push pills. Peavy runs male prostitutes. Peavy sells choice chicken. Peavy scouts the main-room shows. Peavy recruits dancers to fuck and suck.
They're cute. They're queer. They whore for kicks and amphetamines. They spread for male movie stars.
The last tip: logged 8/62.
Wayne worked Patrol then. Wayne made sergeant. Wayne moved to Intel: 10/8/62. The prior cop logged the tips. Said cop was bribeproof/mean/lazy.
He crashed a market heist. He took five slugs and fed nine back. He died. He killed two wetbacks en route.
Three board men. Nine tips--unverified. Wayne checked the adjunct forms--they looked kosher.
Peavy registered his ex-cons. Peavy's tax sheets looked clean. Ditto Hinton and Spurgeon.
Wayne locked the files up. The clerk locked the vault. Wayne got some coffee. Wayne killed some time.
He dawdled. He killed more time. He drove to the station. He pulled into the lot. Buddy Fritsch pulled out. It was way weird and un-Fritschlike.
It was 5:10. Fritsch always booked at 6:00 p.m. Fritsch booked like clockwork.
His wife divorced him--late last year. Said wife split with her dyke lover. Fritsch sulked and mooned. Fritsch grooved a cuckold routine.
He splits work at 6:00. He hits the Elks Lodge. He drinks his dinner and plays bridge.
Wayne drove past the station. Fritsch drove down 1st Street. Wayne watched him go. Fritsch turned east. The Elks Lodge was due west.
Wayne U-turned. Wayne laid two cars back. Fritsch hugged the curb lane. Fritsch stopped at Binion's Casino.
A man walked up. Fritsch cracked his window. The man passed an envelope. Wayne jumped lanes. Wayne nailed a view. Wayne nailed an ID: Butch Montrose. Sam G.'s boy. One piece of shit.
24.
(Las Vegas, 1/6/64)
Barb did the Wah-Watusi. She sang. She shimmied. She shook.
The Bondsmen played loud. Barb missed high notes. She sang for shit. She knew it. She eschewed all airs pertaining to.
The lounge was full. Barb drew men. Call them sad sacks all. Lonely geeks and retirees--plus Wayne Tedrow Junior.
Pete watched.
Barb raised her arms. Barb threw sweat. Barb showed red stubble. It jazzed him. He loved her taste there.
Barb did the Swim. The stage light burned her freckles. Pete watched Barb. Wayne Junior watched Pete. It fucked with his nerves.
His nerves were shot. The Summit came and went. The Boys said no. Ward stated his case. Carlos concurred--let's push Big "H."
They lost the referendum--down by four votes.