Littell sneezed. Moe supplied a Kleenex. Littell wiped his nose.
"You're going to sell Mr. Hughes some hotels. He'll want his Mormons or some Mormons to run them. You'll want your men, you'll compromise, you'll want to escalate your skim operations."
Moe twirled a dime. "Don't be a cock tease. You've got this tendency to string things out."
Littell hugged his briefcase. "I want to enlist some Mormons, over time, and have them ready by the date you sell Mr. Hughes the hotels. You'd have a pool of potential inside men with skim experience."
"That's not enough inducement to pay 15%."
"At face value, no."
Moe rolled his eyes. "So, lay it out. Jesus Christ, don't make me coax you."
"All right. Mr. Hughes' people travel on Hughes Aircraft charter flights. I could hire some Mormons to work for Mr. Hughes now, and you could ship the skim bulk and avoid airport security risks."
Moe flipped the dime. Moe caught it heads-up.
"At face value, I like it. I'll talk to the other guys."
"I'd like to get started soon."
"Take a breather. Don't wear yourself out."
"I'm sure that's a good tip, but I'd--"
"Here's a better one. Bet Clay over Liston. You'll make a fucking mint."
"Is the fight fixed?"
"No, but Sonny's got some very bad habits."
Littell flew to L.A.
He flew solo. He booked a Hughes plane. The Hughes fleet moored in Burbank. Cessna Twins--six seats each--ample skim space.
The flight ran smooth. No clouds and desert sparkling up.
Moe took the bait. Moe missed the dodge. Moe thought the dodge was pro-Drac. Wrong--the dodge was pro--civil rights.
Call it: Bagmen. Potential "casino consultants." Hughes men. All charter-flight cleared.
He could skim off the skim. He could feed Bayard Rustin. He could blunt Mr. Hoover's damage. Wayne Senior ran Mormon thugs. Wayne Senior knew bagmen types. He could coopt them.
The long-term goal: damage abatement.
Mr. Hoover filmed Dr. King. Mr. Hoover tried to entrap him. Mr. Hoover dirt-fed his "correspondents": congressmen/reporters/clergymen.
Mr. Hoover schooled them. Mr. Hoover taught them restraint. Let's collude and leak covert data. Let's leak it smart. Don't leak strict bug-and-tap data. Don't jeopardize bug-and-tap mounts.
Mr. Hoover held dirt. Mr. Hoover leaked dirt. Mr. Hoover caused pain. Mr. Hoover hated Dr. King. Mr. Hoover exposed his one weakness: Sadism. Sustained. Inflicted over TIME.
TIME worked two ways. There was TIME to inflict harm. There was TIME to countermand the effects.
The skim plan might work. The skim plan sparked a question: Hughes money--a potential tithe source?
The plane banked. Littell pared an apple. Littell sipped coffee.
Pete had Wayne's files. Pete squeezed Spurgeon and Hinton. Spurgeon fed Pete some dirt. Key legislators and their pet charities--dirt per their philanthropy.
Pete said he bypassed Eldon Peavy. Peavy was cop-sanctioned. Peavy might balk at threats. Pete was disingenuous. Pete's threats worked. Pete craved Monarch Cab. Pete was gauging a takeover shot.
The plane dipped low. Burbank showed sunshine and smog.
He'd lunched with Wayne Senior. Wayne Senior praised him--you saved my son.
Junior declined Senior's help. Junior rebuffed his connections. Junior nixed good job offers. Junior nixed work in chemistry. Junior sought his own work. Junior found low-end employment.
The Wild Deuce Casino--night bouncer--6:00 to 2:00 a.m. The Deuce was rough. The Deuce welcomed Negroes. Junior welcomed pain.
Wayne Senior bought Littell's lunch. Wayne Senior made nice. Wayne Senior said ugly things.
Wayne Senior derided the civil-rights movement. Wayne Senior brought up the King film.
Littell smiled. Littell made nice. Littell thought I will make you all pay.
Jane said, "I got a job."
The terrace was cold. The view compensated. Littell leaned on the rail.
"Where?"
"Hertz rent-a-car. I'm doing the books for the West L.A. branches."
"Did your Tulane degree help?"
Jane smiled. "It got me the extra thousand a year I asked for."
She used hard vowels. She eschewed slurs. She dropped her southern drawl. She'd reworked her voice and diction--he just noticed it.
She said, "It feels good to rejoin the work force."
Hard g's. Regionless. Pure consonants.
Littell smiled. Littell popped his briefcase. Littell pulled out six sheets.
He landed. He drove to Hughes Tool. He stopped at the bookkeeping pool and stole forms.
Invoices. Bill sheets. All standard paper.
He got in. He got out. He shaped his upcoming lie.
"Would you look at these when you get a chance? I need your advice on a few things."
Jane scanned the sheets. "They're all boilerplate. Cost-outs, overruns, that kind of thing."
Hard b's and p's. Lazy o's deleted.
"I want to discuss embezzling techniques and how to use these forms. There's going to be a buildup in Vietnam, and Mr. Hughes will probably be awarded some contracts. He's afraid of embezzlements, and he asked me to study up."
Jane smiled. "Did you tell him your girlfriend's an embezzler?"
"No. Just that she keeps a good secret."
"God, the way that we live."
Short a's and e's. Crisp inflections.
Jane laughed. "Have you noticed? I gave up my accent."
Jane read in bed. Jane dozed off early. Littell played his tapes.
He got crazy. Two times of late. He ran two crazy risks.
He passed through D.C. He wired Doug Eversall. He squeezed him. He cajoled him. He paid him five G's.
Eversall taped Bobby. Two more times total--two crazy risks. Eversall balked then. Eversall cut Littell off.
That's it. Shove your threats. I refuse to hurt Bobby. You're sick. You're fucked up. Bobby's your sickness.
Littell retreated: That's it. No more. I promise you. I'll lie to Carlos. I'll say we failed.
Eversall walked then. Eversall tripped. His high shoe buckled and slid. Littell helped him up. Eversall slapped him. Eversall spat in his face.
Littell played the 1/29 tape. Low static/spool hum.
Bobby planned trials. Eversall took notes. Bobby yawned and digressed. His potential Senate run. The VP spot. That "cornpone son-of-a-bitch Lyndon Johnson."
Bobby had a cold. Bobby waxed profane. LBJ was a "dipshit." Dick Nixon was a "numbnuts" with a "kick-me sign." Mr. Hoover was a "psycho fruitcake."
Littell pressed Rewind. The tape reversed. Littell played the 2/5 tape.
Here's Bobby--reverent now.
He toasted Jack. He quoted Housman: "To an Athlete Dying Young." Eversall sniffled. Bobby laughed--"Don't go soft on me."
A new man spoke. Static fizzed his words. Littell heard his garbled "Hoover and King."
Bobby said, "Hoover's scared. He knows King's got balls like J.C."
38.
(Las Vegas, 2/10/64)
Monarch rocked.
The noon rush / mucho calls / ten cabs out. The hut rocked--Eldon Peavy had guests.
Sonny Liston. Four bad-boy jigs. Conrad & the Congoites or Marvin & the Mau-Maus.
Pete watched.
He dipped his seat. He ran the heat. He did arithmetic. Peavy had twenty cabs. Peavy ran three shifts. Add airport runs and deadheads.
The hut rocked. A driver hawked fur coats. The Mau-Maus mauled them. Sonny fanned a roll. Peavy peeled bills off.
The Congoites capered. They fondled fur. They manhandled mink. They chewed up chinchilla.
Sonny looked bad. The Clay fight boded. Sonny had the odds. Sam G. demurred. Sam liked Clay. Sam said Sonny had habits.
It was cold. Brrr--Vegas winters. Pete shivered and goosed the heat.
Texas was cold. Florida ditto. He just got back from his trip. He didn't find Hank K. He didn't find Wendell Durfee. He traveled alone. He schemed a trifecta.
Plan A: Find and clip Hank. Plan B: Detain Durfee. Plan C: Bring Wayne in to kill him.
No tickee/no washee. No find/go seek.
He got back. He called Ward. He pitched him: I want to buy Monarch Cab. Ward nixed it. Ward said don't bid. Ward said don't extort ownership.
We need Peavy. We need his votes. Don't scotch his gaming-board status. Sage fucking advice--Ward Littell--style.
Pete skimmed the radio. Pete watched the hut. Peavy quaffed gin. The Mau-Maus quaffed scotch-and-milk. Sonny dumped capsules. Sonny made lines. Sonny sniffed powder up.
Peavy walked out. Sonny strolled with him. The Congoites conga'd. They slurped milk. They grew white goatees. Spooks called scotch-and-milk "pablum."
A stretch pulled up. The crew piled in. The stretch pulled out. Pete tailed it slow.