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They cut through camp. They pushed through brush. They dodged biter snakes. The rain held. Brush slapped them. Pete gobbled breath.
He took pills. They thi
He ran. He caught up. He gobbled breath.
They kicked through mud. The mud had weight. The weight hurt his chest. They walked two miles. They hit downslopes. His chest weight slacked off.
Pete heard grunts and oinks. Pete saw a mud pit. Pete smelled human decomp. Pete saw wild pigs root.
There:
Said mud pit. A buffet. Said pigs and boned flesh.
Pete jumped in. The pigs scattered. The mud was deep. The mud had weight. Pete bobbed for flesh.
He rooted. He flailed. He found an arm. He found a leg. He found a head. He shook off mud. He pulled off skin. He peeled off scalp flaps.
He saw a hole. It was bullet-sized. He gripped the jaws. He cracked the skull back.
Good breath. Good strength. Good outpatient stats.
A bullet dropped. Pete caught it. It was butterflied and smashed. It was a soft-point magnum. It was Tran Lao Dinh's brand.
o o o
Tran tried charm. Tran tried shit. Tran tried shuck-and-jive. Mesplиde hooked him up. Mesplиde hooked dual clamps-gonads and head.
The rain held. Monsoon stats-mud 4-ever.
Pete chewed gum. Pete cracked the door. Pete stirred outside air.
"Your shit's not working. Give up the details and tell us who you're in with, and I'll see what John Stanton says."
Tran said, "You know me, boss. I no work with Victor Charles."
Pete hit the switch. Juice flowed. Tran buckled. Tran clenched.
The clamps sparked. His hair sparked. His nuts spasmed. He bit his lips. He bit his tongue. He cracked his false teeth.
Pete said, "That demoralize-the-GIs story you told Wayne was bullshit. Admit it and go from there."
Tran licked his lips. "Victor Charles, boss. You don't underestimate."
Pete hit the switch. Juice flowed. Tran buckled. Tran clenched.
His bladder blew. The clamps sparked. His head twitched. His dentures flew.
Mesplиde said, "_Il est plus que dinky dau, il est carrйment fou_."
Pete kicked the dentures. They hit the doorway and popped out. They hit the mud monsoon. Tran flashed his gums. Pete saw old scars-Cong torture tattoos.
"I'll double up next time. You don't want that. You won't-"
"Okay okay okay. I kill slaves and sell base to ARVN."
Pete spit his gum out. "That's a start."
Tran worked his chair back. Tran flipped Pete off-_le bird boocoo_.
"You French fuck number ten. You _carrйment fou_."
Pete popped more gum. "You're in with somebody. Tell me who."
Tran flipped Pete off. The wop stiff-arm-_il bah-fungoo_.
"Fuck the frogs. You number ten. You run at Dien Bien Phu."
Pete worked his gum. "Tell me who's ru
Tran wiggled. Tran worked his chair back. Tran flipped Pete off-up and rotated-you twirl boocoo.
"You French _cochon_. You fuck fat men."
Pete worked his gum. Pete blew a bubble. It popped ka-poo.
"Who's ru
Tran worked his chair back. Tran spread his legs. Tran humped his hips boocoo.
"I run your wife. I eat red pussy 'cause you homo-"
Pete hit the switch. Pete _locked_ the switch. Tran buckled. Tran humped his hips. Tran worked his chair back boocoo.
He slid it. He squared it. He made the doorway. Mesplиde jumped. Pete tripped.
Tran flipped them off. Tran dumped his chair. Tran went BONZAI! He hit the rain. He hit the mud. He electrified.
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(Los Angeles, 9/28/65)
Mormons:
Mormon lawyers. Mormon aides. Mormon worker drones. Drac's Mormons-Latter-day Saints.
It was their summit. It was their turf. It was their hotel call. They stormed the Statler. They booked a suite. They brought their own refreshments. Their names blurred. Littell called them all "sir."
He was distracted. Fred O. just called him. Fred O. found the scandalrag files. They're yours for ten G's. I want them/I'll meet you/they're mine.
The summit kicked off. Six Mormons hogged one table. A Mormon prepped a tape rig. A Mormon looped a tape in. A Mormon pressed Play.
Drac speaks:
"Good morning, gentlemen. I trust that you have clean air in your conference room, along with appropriate snacks such as Fritos corn chips and Slim Jim beef jerky. As you know, the purpose of this meeting is to establish ballpark price estimates for the hotel-casinos I wish to purchase, and to devise strategies to circumvent recent so-called civil-rights laws, which are in fact civil-wrongs laws, which will prove detrimental to the American free-enterprise system. it is my intention to cu
The off switch clicked. The tape died. The Mormons stirred. The Mormons checked the credenza.
Salty Fritos. Congealed cheez dip. Tasty Slim Jims.
Littell coughed. Littell dispensed graph sheets. Price projections/per twelve hotels. Gaming projections/per twelve casinos.
Doctored paper. Revised and cooked. Your chef-Moe Dalitz.
The Mormons read. The Mormons skimmed columns. The Mormons cleared their throats. The Mormons took notes.
A Mormon coughed. "The purchase prices are high by 20%."
Moe set the prices. Carlos consulted. Santo T helped.
Littell coughed. "I think the prices are reasonable."
A Mormon said, "We'll need tax returns. We'll need to calibrate off reported profits, not estimates."
A Mormon said, "That part doesn't bother me. We're dealing with organized-crime proprietors, to one degree or another. You have to believe that they report low."
A Mormon said, "We can subpoena their tax returns from the IRS. That way they can't submit fakes."
_Wrong_. Mr. Hoover will act. Mr. Hoover will quash selectively. Mr. Hoover will pick what you see.
No oldies. No pre-64s. _Good_ '64s/the Boys report high/the Boys baitand-switch.
A Mormon said, "Mr. Hughes is adamant on the Negro issue."
A Mormon said, "Wayne Senior can help us out there. He segregates his work crews, and he knows his way around those new laws."
Littell stabbed his pencil. Littell hit his notepad. Littell broke the tip.
"Your suggestion offends me. It's unsavory and altogether repugnant."
The Mormons stared at him. Littell stared straight back.
o o o
Fred Otash was big. Fred Otash was gruff. Fred Otash was Lebanese. He lived in restaurants. He loved Dino's Lodge and the Luau. Clients found him there.
He doped race horses. He fixed fights. He brokered abortions. He traced fugitives. He pulled shakedowns. He sold smut pix. He knew things. He found things out. He charged high fees.
Littell hit the Luau. Otash was splitsville. Littell hit Dino's. Littell hit paydirt-there's Freddy O. in his booth.