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JEH: Lyndon Johnson continues to share his thoughts with me, in his inimitably colorful ma
WJL: A lively and astute analysis.
JEH: Mr. Johnson has developed a distaste for all things Cuban. The exile cause has succumbed to factionalism and has scattered to the wind, which pleases him no end.
WJL: I share his delight, Sir. I know many people who were seduced by the cause.
JEH: Yes. Gangsters and a French-Canadian chap with homicidal tendencies.
WJL: Yes, Sir.
JEH: Cuba appeals to hotheads and the morally impaired. It's the cuisine and the sex. Plantains and women who have intercourse with donkeys.
WJL: I have no fondness for the place, Sir.
JEH: Mr. Johnson has developed a fondness for Vietnam. You should inform Mr. Hughes. Some military contracts may be coming his way.
WJL: He'll be delighted to hear that.
JEH: You should inform him that I'll keep you abreast of the Justice Department's plans in Las Vegas.
WJL: I'm delighted to hear that.
JEH: On a need-to-know basis, Mr. Littell. As is the case with all our transactions.
WJL: I understand, Sir. And I neglected to thank you for your help in the Tedrow matter. Dwight Holly was determined to do the boy some harm.
JEH: You deserve an accolade. You bypassed Wayne Senior very effectively.
WJL: Thank you, Sir.
JEH: I understand that he has asked you to lunch.
WJL: Yes, Sir. We haven't scheduled yet.
JEH: He thinks you're weak. I told him that you are a bold and occasionally reckless man who has learned the value of restraint.
WJL: Thank you, Sir.
JEH: Dwight feels quite ambivalent. He got the job he wanted, but he's developed quite a dislike for Wayne Junior. My sources in the U.S. Attorney's Office tell me that he is determined to bypass Senior and do Junior some harm in the long run.
WJL: Despite his friendship with Senior?
JEH: Or because of it. You never know with Dwight. He's quite the provocateur and the rogue, so I indulge him.
WJL: Yes, Sir.
JEH: The same way I indulge you.
WJL: I caught the implication, Sir.
JEH: You dislike Dwight and Wayne Senior, so I'll give you added cause. Their fathers belonged to the same Klan Kiavern in Indiana. That said, I should add that it was probably more genteel than the Klan groups currently marauding down south.
WJL: I'm sure they never lynched any Negroes.
JEH: Yes, although I'm certain they would have enjoyed it.
WJL: Yes, Sir.
JEH: Most people have entertained the notion. You must credit their restraint.
WJL: Yes, Sir.
JEH: You might discuss the Indiana Klan with Bayard Rustin. I want you to make another donation.
WJL: I'll bring it up, Sir. I'm sure he'll acknowledge it as a genteel institution.
JEH: You are assuredly frisky today.
WJL: I hope I haven't offended you, Sir.
JEH: Anything but. And I hope I haven't offended you with Junior.
WJL: Sir?
JEH: I had to throw Dwight Holly a bone. He wanted Junior expelled from the LVPD, so I arranged it.
WJL: I assumed that you had, Sir. The newspapers were kind, though. They said he resigned.
JEH: Did you befriend Junior to get at his files? For Mr. Hughes' sake?
WJL: Yes, Sir.
JEH: I'm sure that Senior will enjoy Junior's expulsion. They have an odd relationship.
WJL: Yes, Sir.
JEH: Good day, Mr. Littell. I've enjoyed this conversation.
WJL: Good day, Sir.
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(Las Vegas, 2/7/64)
The Lincoln gleamed. New paint/new chrome/new leather.
The car jazzed him. The car distracted him. He kept seeing Lynette. Flaps and sheared ribs. Durfee's knife severed bone.
Pete cruised. Pete tried gadgets. The lighter worked. The heater worked. The seats reclined.
Vegas looked good. Cool air hits mountains and sunshine. Secure-the-Vote Day-one down so far.
He muscled Webb Spurgeon. He explained stat-rape statutes. He detailed consent laws. Spurgeon gulped. Spurgeon kowtowed. Spurgeon pledged votes.
All good so far. One down-two to go.
Pete drove by Monarch Cab. Pete got electrified. Dollar signs boogied and bipped.
Cabs peeled in. Cabs peeled out. Cabs refueled. Drivers ate pills. Drivers drank lunch. Drivers palmed waistband gats.
Monarch Cab. _Maybe_: Tiger Kab redux.
A cash base. A racket hub. Bent perso
Pete cruised. Pete meandered. Pete hit West LV. Pete checked out that vacant lot.
There's the trailer. The paint's gone. The shell's cracked. The siding's all scorched.
A kid walked up. Pete jollied him. The kid sermonized.
The trailer smell bad. That be wrong. Somethin' dead be inside. This dude torch it. The stink go. He burn the stink out. No cops come. No firemen. Somethin' dead _still_ be in there.
The kid buzzed off. Pete scoped the trailer. A breeze kicked up. The trailer creaked. Paint chips cracked and blew.
Pete cruised. Pete meandered. Pete drove south. Pete hit Duane Hinton's house.
He parked. He walked up. He knocked on the door. He pulled out Wayne's snapshot.
There's a fat whore bound and gagged. She's sucking a handball.
Hinton opened the door. Pete flashed the photo eye-level.
Hinton plotzed. Pete grabbed his hair. Pete raised one knee. Pete broke his nose up.
Hinton went down. Bones cracked. Cartilage blew.
Pete decreed:
Vote our way. Do not touch whores. Do not hurt whores. Do not kill whores-OR I'LL KILL YOU.
Hinton tried to talk. Hinton gagged. Hinton bit through his tongue.
(Little Rock, 2/8/64)
Devoted wife. Schoolteacher. Loving daughter.
The preacher ran on. The casket sat ready. Lakeside Cemetery: cheap burials and segregated plots.
The Sprouls wore black. Janice wore black. Wayne Senior wore blue. The Sprouls stood alone. Wayne stood alone. Daddy Sproul watched him.
Soldier boy. Yankee. She was seventeen. You wooed her. She killed your baby. You made her do it.
Loving spirit. Sacred child. Blessed in Christ's name.
The service was short. The casket was cheap. The plot was low-rent. The Tedrows shipped the body home. The Tedrows lost control.
Lynette despised religion. Lynette loved movie stars and John Ke
A chauffeur stood around. A Negro man. Tall like Wendell Durfee.
The preacher braced Wayne pre-service. The preacher counseled him.
I feel your loss. I know your grief. I _understand_.
Wayne said it: "I'm going to kill Wendell Durfee."
God's will. The ides of fate. Snatched in her prime.
The plots adjoined Central High. He met Lynette there. Soldiers and rednecks. Negro kids scared.
The chauffeur stood around. The chauffeur filed his nails. The chauffeur wore a hair net. He had Durfee hair. He had Durfee skin. He had Durfee's lank frame.
Wayne watched him. Wayne retouched his hair. Wayne retouched his skin. Wayne made him Wendell D.
The preacher prayed. The Sprouls wept. The Tedrows stood calm. The chauffeur buffed his nails.
Wayne watched him.
He burned his face. He smashed his teeth. He fed him Big "H."
(Las Vegas, 2/9/64)
The DI count room.
_Money_-coin bins and hampers stuffed. A swivel spy-camera hooked up.
Your host-Moe Dalitz.
The count men were out. The camera was off. Money sat waist-high. Littell sneezed-the fumes were bad-sting off cash dye and tin.