Lynette bugged him. Lynette torqued him hard. Lynette found his Dallas paper stash. He lied. He said don't bug me. He said it's Moore and Durfee--I'm just tracking the case.
She tripped him up. She nailed his lies. She made him run. He worked his shit tail job. He gauged potential results.
Hide would-be dirt. Fuck Fritsch and Pete--file a fake report. Play ball. File the goods. Hide out at the Sultan's Lounge. Hide from your wife. Hide from Wayne Senior and his fuck film.
Wayne yawned. Wayne stretched. Wayne scratched his balls. Webb Spurgeon walked out. Webb Spurgeon locked his front door. Webb Spurgeon shagged his Olds 88.
Log it: 2:21 p.m.
Spurgeon drove south. Wayne tailed him. Spurgeon hit I-95. Wayne hit the fast lane. They both drove 50-plus.
Spurgeon signaled. His blinker blinked. He pulled off the freeway. He hit Henderson ramp #1. He drove surface streets. Wayne tailed him semitight.
They hit the Mormon Temple. Wayne logged the time: 2:59 p.m.
Spurgeon walked in. Wayne parked catty-corner. Time sitting-tail dragged.
Thirteen minutes. Fourteen/fifteen.
Spurgeon walked out. Wayne logged it: 3:14 p.m.
They backtracked. They hit 95 North. They jumped on two car lengths apart. Wayne hovered back. Wayne slacked his leash. Wayne tailed longdistance.
They drove back to Vegas. They stopped at Jordan High. Weird--Webb Junior went to LeConte.
Spurgeon parked. Wayne parked two slots back. Kids walked by. Spurgeon covered his face.
4:13 p.m.: A girl walks up. Said girl looks around. Said girl gets in daddy-o's car.
Spurgeon pulled out. Wayne snapped the leash. Wayne tailed him halftight. The girl bobbed her head down. The car swerved and weaved. The girl bobbed her head up.
She wiped her lips. She fixed her face. She teased her hair up.
They hit 95 South. They cut toward Hoover Dam. They drove through the shitkicker sticks. Traffic thinned. Wayne slacked out the leash.
Spurgeon turned left. Spurgeon hauled up a dirt road. Wayne parked by some scrub pines. Wayne grabbed his binoculars.
He tracked up. He framed shots. He caught a split-rail cabin. The car sliced into the frame. The girl got out. She was sixteen tops. She ran long on hairspray and zits.
Spurgeon got out. The girl jumped on him. They walked inside. Wayne logged the time: 5:09 p.m. Wayne logged stat rape and contributing--two Class B felonies.
Wayne watched the cabin. Wayne watched his watch. He set up his Leica. He fixed the tripod. He slapped on the zoom doohickey.
They fucked for 51 minutes. Wayne shot their exit drape. They kissed long and wet. He got their tongues in tight.
Wayne parked by Monarch Cab. Wayne logged in at 6:43.
The hut sagged. The roof drooped. Cinder blocks creaked. The lot was dusty. The fleet was old--three-tone Packards exclusive.
Wayne watched the window. Eldon Peavy ran cabs. Eldon Peavy worked a two-way box. Eldon Peavy dealt solitaire.
Drivers bopped through. Wayne made three felons--fruit rollers all. One guy beat Murder One. Said guy shivved a he-she at a drag queen ball. Said guy proved self-defense.
Cabs rolled out. The pistons knocked. The mufflers coughed. The pipes shot fumes. The Monarch logo gleamed: A little man with a big crown. Red dice for teeth.
Wayne yawned. Wayne stretched. Wayne scratched his balls. He was up in North LV. The Bondsmen gigged tonite. Barb wore her blue gown most gigs.
A cab pulled out. Wayne tailed it. Rolling tails revived him. Night tails were cake. Cab tails double so--their roof lights stood out plain.
Wayne sidled close. The cab hauled out Owens. They passed the Paiute graveyard. They hit West LV.
Traffic was brisk. A car cut the cab off. Wayne swerved and hopped lanes. It was windy. It was cold. Tumbleweeds blew stray.
They passed Owens and "H." The bars rocked. The liquor stores rolled. Bottle hounds and out-the-door biz.
There--the cab's braking--upside the Cozy Nook.
The cab stopped. The cab idled. The driver tapped the horn. Wayne idled back. Wayne saw four Negroes walk out.
They saw the cab. They ran up. They flashed money. The driver dispensed packets. The Negroes paid cash. The Negroes unwrapped benny rolls.
They raised flasks. They popped pills. They did dance steps. They shucked and rehit the Nook.
The cab pulled out. Wayne tailed it. The cab hit Lake Mead and "D." There--the cab's braking--upside the Wild Goose.
A curb line stood ready--six Negroes--all with that hophead look. The cab stopped. The driver sold bennies. The Negroes shucked and rehit the Goose.
The cab pulled out. Wayne tailed it. The cab hit the Gerson Park Flats. A man got in. The cab pulled out. Wayne tailed it near-close.
There--the cab's braking--upside Jackson and "E." The driver parked. The driver got out. The driver swished into Skip's Lounge.
The driver wore rouge. The driver wore eye shadow. The driver vibed femme fatale. The driver stayed inside. Wayne clocked his visit: 6.4 minutes flat.
The driver swished out. The driver swished and swung sacks. Said driver lugged coin sacks. Said driver fumbled them. Said driver tossed them in the trunk.
Call it: Backroom slots--illegal--Monarch Cab--run.
The cab pulled out. The cab hung a U-ey. Wayne tailed it close-close. There--the cab's braking--upside the Evergreen Project.
The passenger got out. The cab turned north. The headlights strafed parked cars.
There--one parked Cadillac/one white face ducked low. Fuck--it's Pete Bondurant--hunkered down low.
Wayne caught a teaser shot--that and splitsville--poof and adieu.
Wayne tailed the cab. The image stuck--Pete at the wheel. Darktown Pete--say what?--what we gots here?
The cab hauled back to Monarch. Wayne tailed it un-close. Wayne parked in his standard tail spot.
He yawned. He stretched. He pissed in his can. Time dragged. Time crawled. Time meandered.
Wayne watched the window.
Eldon Peavy shagged calls. Eldon Peavy popped pills. Eldon Peavy dealt solitaire.
Drivers clocked in. Drivers lounged. Drivers clocked out. They played cards. They rolled dice. They primped.
Time slogged. Wayne yawned. Wayne stretched. Wayne picked his nose.
A limo pulled up. Whitewalls and fender skirts/mock-leather top. Wayne clocked it: 2:03 a.m.
Peavy walked out. Peavy jumped in the limo. The limo booked south. Wayne tailed it. They hit the Strip. They stopped at the Dunes.
The limo idled doorway-close. Wayne idled three cars back. Three fags walked up. Dig their muscles and teased hair. They vibe chorus-line gash.
They scoped out the limo. They swooned and hopped in. The limo pulled out.
Wayne tailed it. They hit McCarran Field. The limo parked by the gate fence. Wayne parked four cars back.
Peavy got out. Peavy walked. Wayne had a view.
Peavy strolls. Peavy hits the main gate. A flight lands. Tourists get off.
Wayne watched. Wayne yawned. Wayne stretched. Peavy walked back. Two men walked with him. Two men walked close.
Wayne rubbed his eyes. Wayne did a double take. Fuck--it's Rock Hudson and Sal Mineo.
Peavy grins. Peavy snaps a popper. Rock and Sal snort. They grin. They giggle exultant. They get in the limo. Peavy assists them. Peavy grabs their ass cheeks and hoists.
The limo pulled out. Wayne tailed it. Wayne got tailpipe-close. A window furled down. He saw smoke. He smelled maryjane.
They hit North LV. They hit the Golden Cavern Hotel. The cuties pile out. Rock and Sal weave.
Lynette torched for Big Rock--she'd fucking shit.
Duane Hinton lived off Sahara. Wayne late-logged in: 3:07 a.m.--the late-late show.
He parked. He dumped his milk can. He yawned. He stretched. He scratched.
Hinton's pad was new--all prefab--one window glowed. TV test patterns--flags and geometric bands--KLXO.
Wayne watched the window. Time sluiced. Time slithered. Time slid. The pattern popped off. A room light popped on. Hinton walked outside.
Wayne clocked it: 3:41 a.m.
Hinton wore work clothes. Odds on a store run--the Food King ran all night. Hinton shagged his van. Hinton backed out. Hinton turned north.
Late tails ate shit. Wayne hated them--no traffic/no cover.
Wayne stalled. Wayne clocked off two minutes. Wayne ran up lead and leash time. 1:58, 1:59--Go-- He hit the key. He drove north. He made up time. He caught Hinton.
They passed the Food King. Wayne hovered back. Hinton cut west--Fremont to Owens.
They hit traffic. Wayne moved in close. They hit West Vegas. They hit more traffic--pimp cars and jalopies--Negro nite owls on the stroll.
Hinton stopped. There--he's braking--upside Owens and "H."
Upside Woody's Club. Famous for all-nite grease. Renowned for fried everything food.
Hinton parked. Hinton walked in. Wayne parked catty-corner. A bum walked up.
He bowed. He Watusi'd. He groomed the windshield. Wayne hit his wipers. The bum mooned him. Wino spectators cheered.
Wayne rolled down his window. P-U--the air stunk. He smelled puke. He smelled chicken grease. He rolled his window up.
Hinton walked out. Hinton held the door. Hinton squired a whore. She was dark. She was fat. She looked bombed.
They walked to the van. They got in. They drove around the corner. Wayne doused his lights. Wayne tailed them. Wayne hovered close up.
They stopped. They parked. They walked through a vacant lot. Weeds and sagebrush. Tumbleballs. A trailer on blocks.
Wayne hovered and pulled curbside. Wayne parked ten yards back. The whore unlocked the trailer. Hinton stepped in. Hinton fumbled some object.
Maybe a jug. Maybe a camera. Maybe some sex gear.
The whore stepped in. The whore shut the door. A light blipped on and blipped off.
Wayne ran his clock. Two minutes crawled. Hold for some semblance of fuck.
There--2.6 in: The trailer rocks. The blocks sway. Both parties are fat. The trailer's thin tin.
The shakes stopped. Wayne clocked the fuck: 4.8 minutes.
The light went on. Blips blipped out a window. Blue blips--as in flashbulbs.
Wayne yawned. Wayne stretched. Wayne scratched his balls. Wayne dumped his piss cup. The trailer rocked--a minute tops--the light went off.
Hinton walked out. Hinton stumbled. Hinton fumbled some object. He cut through the lot. He got his van. He laid some good tread.
Wayne hit his lo-beams. Wayne tailed him. Wayne rubbed his eyes and yawned. The road dipped--dots hit the windshield--say what?/say what?
The car swayed. He swerved. He blew a red light. He hit his brakes. He popped the clutch and stalled the car out.
The van hit a rise. The van vamoosed. Duane Hinton--out of sight.