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　　　PART　TWO
　　
　　About　20　miles　east　of　Baker　I　stopped　to　check　the　drug　bag。　The　sun　was　hot　and　I　felt　like　killing　something。　Anything。　Even　a　big　lizard。　Drill　the　fucker。　I　got　my　attorney's　。357　Magnum　out　of　the　trunk　and　spun　the　cylinder。　It　was　loaded　all　the　way　around：　Long；　nasty　little　slugs…158　grains　with　a　fine　flat　trajectory　and　painted　aztec　gold　on　the　tips。　I　blew　the　horn　a　few　times；　hoping　to　call　up　an　iguana。　Get　the　buggers　moving。　They　were　out　there；　I　knew；　in　that　goddamn　sea　of　cactus…hunkered　down；　barely　breathing；　and　every　one　of　the　stinking　little　bastards　was　loaded　with　deadly　poison。
　　Three　fast　explosions　knocked　me　off　balance。　Three　deafening；　double…action　blasts　from　the　。357　in　my　right　hand。　Jesus！　Firing　at　nothing；　for　no　reason　at　all。　Bad　craziness。　I　tossed　the　gun　into　the　front　seat　of　the　Shark　and　stared　nervously　at　the　highway。　No　cars　either　way；　the　road　was　empty　for　two　or　three　miles　in　both　directions。Fine　luck。　It　would　not　do　to　be　found　in　the　desert　under　these　circumstances：　firing　wildly　into　the　cactus　from　a　car　full　of　drugs。　And　especially　not　now；　on　the　lam　from　the　Highway　Patrol。
　　Awkward　questions　would　arise：　〃Well　now；　Mister　。。　。　ah。。。Duke；　you　understand；　of　course；　that　it　is　illegal　to　dise　a　firearm　of　any　kind　while　standing　on　a　federal　way？〃　What？　Even　in　self…defense？　This　goddamn　gun　has　a　hair　trigger；　officer。　The　truth　is　I　only　meant　to　fire　once…just　to　scare　the　little　bastards。〃　A　heavy　stare；　then　speaking　very　slowly：　〃Are　you　saying；　Mister　Duke。。。that　you　were　attacked　out　here？〃
　　〃Well。。。no。。。not　literally　attacked；　officer；　but　seriously　menaced。　I　stopped　to　piss；　and　the　minute　I　stepped　out　of　the　car　these　filthy　little　bags　of　poison　were　all　around　me。　They　moved　like　greased　lightning！〃　Would　this　story　hold　up？
　　No。　They　would　place　me　under　arrest；　then　routinely　search　the　car…and　when　that　happened　all　kinds　of　savage　hell　would　break　loose。　They　would　never　believe　all　these　drugs　were　necessary　to　my　work；　that　in　truth　I　was　a　professional　journalist　on　my　way　to　Las　Vegas　to　cover　the　National　District　Attorneys'　Conference　on　Narcotics　and　Dangerous　Drugs。
　　〃Just　samples；　officer。　I　got　this　stuff　off　a　road　man　for　the　Neo…American　Church　back　in　Barstow。　He　started　acting　funny；　so　I　worked　him　over。〃　Would　they　buy　this？
　　No。　They　would　lock　me　in　some　hellhole　of　a　jail　and　beat　me　on　the　kidneys　with　big　branches…causing　me　to　piss　blood　for　years　to　e。
　　
　　Luckily；　nobody　bothered　me　while　I　ran　a　quick　inventory　on　the　kit…bag。　The　stash　was　a　hopeless　mess；　all　churned　together　and　half…crushed。　Some　of　the　mescaline　pellets　had　disintegrated　into　a　reddish…brown　powder；　but　I　counted　about　thirty…five　or　forty　still　intact。　My　attorney　had　eaten　all　the　reds；　but　there　was　quite　a　bit　of　speed　left。。。no　more　grass；　the　coke　bottle　was　empty；　one　acid　blotter；　a　nice　brown　lump　of　opium　hash　and　six　loose　amyls　。　。　。　Not　enough　for　anything　serious；　but　a　careful　rationing　of　the　mescaline　would　probably　get　us　through　the　four…day　Drug　Conference。
　　On　the　outskirts　of　Vegas　I　stopped　at　a　neighborhood　pharmacy　and　bought　two　quarts　of　Gold　tequila；　two　fifths　of　Chivas　Regal　and　a　pint　of　ether。　I　was　tempted　to　ask　for　some　amyls。　My　angina　pectoris　was　starting　to　act　up。　But　druggist　had　the　eyes　of　a　mean　Baptist　hysteric。　I　told　n　I　needed　the　ether　to　get　the　tape　off　my　legs；　but　by　that　time　he'd　already　rung　the　stuff　up　and　bagged　it。　He　didn't　give　a　fuck　about　ether。
　　I　wondered　what　he　would　say　if　I　asked　him　for　22　worth　Romilar　and　a　tank　of　nitrous　oxide。　Probably　he　would　sold　it　to　me。　Why　not？　Free　enterprise。。。。
　　Give　the　public　what　it　needs…especially　this　bad…sweaty；　nervous　talkin'　fella　with　tape　all　over　his　legs　and　this　terrible　cough；　along　with　angina　pectoris　and　these　godawful　Aneuristic　flashes　every　time　he　gets　in　the　sun。　I　mean　this　fella　was　in　bad　shape；　officer。　How　the　hell　was　I　to　know　he'd　walk　straight　out　to　his　car　and　start　abusing　those　drugs？
　　How　indeed？　I　lingered　a　moment　at　the　magazine　rack；　then　got　a　grip　on　myself　and　hurried　outside　to　the　car。　The　idea　of　going　pletely　crazy　on　laughing　gas　in　the　middle　of　a　DAs'　drug　conference　had　a　definite　warped　appeal。　But　not　on　the　first　day；　I　thought。　Save　that　for　later。　No　point　getting　busted　and　mitted　before　the　conference　even　starts。
　　I　stole　a　Review…Journal　from　a　rack　in　the　parking　lot；　but　I　threw　it　away　after　reading　a　story　on　page　one：
　　
　　SURGERY　UNCERTAIN　AFTER　EYES　REMOVED
　　
　　BALTIMORE　（UPI）…Doctors　said　Friday　they　were　uncertain　whether　surgery　would　succeed　in　restoring　the　eyesight　of　a　young　man　who　pulled　out　his　eyes　while　suffering　the　effects　of　a　drug　over（lose　in　a　jail　cell。　Charles　Innes；　Jr。；　25；　underwent　surgery　late　Thursday　at　Maryland　General　Hospital　but　doctors　said　it　be　weeks　before　they　could　determine　the　oute。　statement　issued　by　the　hospital　reported　that　Innes　uo　light　perception　in　either　eye　prior　to　surgery　and　the　possibility　he　will　ever　have　light　perception　is　extremely　poor。〃　Innes；　son　of　a　prominent　Massachusetts　Republican；　was　found　in　a　jail　cell　Thursday　by　a　turnkey　who　said　Innes　had　pulled　out　his　eyeballs。
　　Innes　was　arrested　Wednesday　night　while　walking　nude　through　a　neighborhood　near　where　he　lived。　He　was　examined　at　Mercy　Hospital　and　then　placed　in　a　jail　cell。　Police　and　one　of　Innes'　friends　said　he　had　taken　an　overdose　of　animal　tranquilizer。
　　Police　reported　the　drug　was　PCP；　a　Parke…Davis　product　not　sold　for　human　medical　purposes　since　1963。　However；　a　spokesman　for　Parke…Davis　said　he　thought　the　drug　might　be　available　on　the　black　market。
　　Taken　alone；　the　spokesman　said　PCP　effects　would　not　last　more　than　12　to　14　hours。　However；　the　effects　of　PCP　bined　with　an　hallucinogen　such　as　LSD　were　not　known。
　　Innes　told　a　neighbor　last　Saturday；　the　day　after　he　first　took　the　drug；　that　his　eyes　were　bothering　him　and　that　he　could　not　read。
　　Wednesday　night　police　said　Innes　seemed　to　be　in　a　deeply　depressed　state　and　so　impervious　to　pain　that　he　did　not　scream　when　he　pulled　out　his　eyes。
　　
　　　2。　Another　Day；　Another　Convertible。。。&　Another　Hotel　Full　of　Cops
　　
　　The　first　order　of　business　was　to　get　rid　of　the　Red　Shark。　It　was　too　obvious。　Too　many　people　might　recognize　it；　especially　the　Vegas　police；　although　as　far　as　they　knew；　the　thing　was　already　back　home　in　L。A。　It　was　last　seen　running　at　top　speed　across　Death　Valley　on　Interstate　15。　Stopped　and　warned　in　Baker　by　the　CHP。。。then　suddenly　disapeared。。。
　　The　last　place　they　would　look　for　it；　I　felt；　was　in　a　rental…car　lot　at　the　airport。　I　had　to　go　out　there　anyway；　to　meet　my　attorney。　He　would　be　arriving　from　L。A。　in　the　late　afternoon。
　　I　drove　very　quietly　on　the　freeway；　gripping　my　normal　instinct　for　bursts　of　acceleration　and　sudden　lane　changes…trying　to　remain　inconspicuous…and　when　I　got　there　I　parked　the　Shark　between　two　old　Air　Force　buses　in　a　〃utility　lot〃　about　half　a　mile　from　the　terminal。　Very　tall　buses。　Make　it　hard　as　possible　for　the　fuckers。　A　little　walking　never　hurt　anybody。
　　By　the　time　I　got　to　the　terminal　I　was　pouring　sweat。　But　nothing　abnormal。　I　tend　to　sweat　heavily　in　warm　climates。clothes　are　soaking　wet　from　dawn　to　dusk。　This　worried　at　first；　but　when　I　went　to　a　doctor　and　described　my　normal　daily　intake　of　booze；　drugs　and　poison　he　told　me　to　e　back　when　the　sweating　stopped。　That　would　be　the　danger　point；　he　said…a　sign　that　my　body's　desperately　overworked　flushing　mechanism　had　broken　down　pletely。　〃I　have　great　faith　in　the　natural　processes；〃　he　said。　〃But　in　your　case。。。well。。。I　find　no　precedent。　We'll　just　have　to　wait　and　see；　then　work　with　what's　left。〃　I　spent　about　two　hours　in　the　bar；　drinking　Bloody　Marys　for　the　V…8　nutritional　content　and　watching　the　flights　from　L。A。　I'd　eaten　nothing　but　grapefruit　for　about　twenty　hours　and　my　head　was　adrift　from　its　moorings。
　　You　better　watch　yourself；　I　thought。　There　are　limits　to　what　the　human　body　can　endure。　You　don't　want　to　break　down　and　start　bleeding　from　the　ears　right　here　in　the　terminal。　Not　in　this　town。　In　Las　Vegas　they　kill　the　weak　and　deranged。
　　I　realized　this；　and　kept　quiet　even　when　I　felt　symptoms　of　a　terminal　blood…sweat　ing　on。　But　this　passed。　I　saw　the　cocktail　waitress　getting　nervous；　so　I　forced　myself　to　get　up　and　walk　stiffly　out　of　the　bar。　No　sign　of　my　attorney。
　　Down　to　the　VIP　car…rental　booth；　where　I　traded　the　Red　Shark　in　for　a　White　Cadillac　Convertible。　〃This　goddamn　Chevy　has　caused　me　a　lot　of　trouble；〃　I　told　them。　〃I　get　the　feeling　that　people　are　putting　me　down…especially　in　gas　stations；　when　I　have　to　get　out　and　open　the　hood　manually。〃
　　〃Well。。。of　course；〃　said　the　man　behind　the　desk。　〃What　you　need；　I　think；　is　one　of　our　Mercedes　600　Towne…Cruiser　Specials；　with　air…conditioning。　You　can　even　carry　your　own　fuel；　if　you　want；　we　make　that　available。
　　〃Do　I　look　like　a　goddamn　Nazi？〃　I　said。　〃I'll　have　a　natural　American　car；　or　nothing　at　all！〃　They　called　up　the　white　Coupe　de　Ville　at　once。　Every…thing　was　automatic。　I　could　sit　in　the　red…leather　driver's　seat　and　make　every　inch　of　the　car　jump；　by　touching　the　proper　buttons。　It　was　a　wonderful　machine：　Ten　grand　worth　of　gimmicks　and　high…priced　Special　Effects。　The　rear…windows　leaped　up　with　a　touch；　like　frogs　in　a　dynamite　pond。　The　white　canvas　top　ran　up　and　down　like　a　roller…coaster。　The　dashboard　was　full　of　esoteric　lights　&　dials　&　meters　that　I　would　never　understand…but　there　was　no　doubt　in　my　mind　that　I　was　into　a　superior　machine。
　　The　Caddy　wouldn'　tget　off　the　line　quite　as　fast　as　the　RedShark；　but　once　it　got　rol　around　eighty…it　was　pure　smooth　hell。。。all　that　elegant；　upholstered　weight　lashing　across　the　desert　was　like　rolling　through　midnight　on　the　old　California　Zephyr。　I　handled　the　whole　transaction　with　a　credit　card　that　I　later　learned　was　〃banceled〃…pletely　bogus。　But　the　Big　puter　hsdn't　mixed　me　yet；　so　I　was　still　a　fat　gold　credit　risk。
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