Winter Kills Page #3

And z. K. Dawson.

Dawson's the big one. One of the

richest cocksuckers in the USA.

Christ. This takes me back.

Yeah, there it is.

Tim and me in the primaries.

Dawson was up against us,

pushing us hard.

You were just a kid. Spent

a lot of money in that state.

I mean, over-The-Counter, under-The-Table,

tucked-Into- A- Box-Of-Cigars money.

Sh*t, put out 9,700

primary-Day workers alone.

Most gorgeous TV commercial

you ever saw.

Tim leading tanks to liberate the Hess

sector in Germany. Geez, he looked great.

Ah, made a big noise

in that shitty little state.

Got 53 movie stars

to turn out.

And, uh,

all that time and...

after and...

before and during.

Everything I did,

every dime I spent,

Every threat I made, I was just

leading Tim further along the road...

to meet that bullet.

- It sounds like that's just

what you were doing, pa. - What?

Leading Tim along.

Listen, kid. We find the killers of your

brother and you'll be a hero like he was.

A f***ing legend.

- I don't wanna be

a legend.

- What the hell do you wanna

be, a goddamned piano player?

Maybe, but Im not very good.

- You stink. You're lousy.

- I know that.

You know that? You ain't a piano

player, you ain't an artist.

You got no business sense,

no political sense.

What the hell do you want anyway?

Where are your values in life?

I honestly don't know.

Do you get laid?

- I ask you, do you get laid?

- Yeah.

You know how many times your

brother got laid in office?

I- What are you, the national

inquirer? - One thousand seventy-Two.

And with a schedule like his.

Maybe politics

don't turn me on.

Your brother was a giant.

You'll be the same. You watch.

Now, I set up a meeting

with you and Z. K. Dawson.

He'll lie of course. But you'll

get something from the meeting.

- No, pa.

- What?

I said no.

What no? Here's a map

on how to get there.

He's south of Tulsa.

It's all arranged. Take it.

Take it!

- Okay, pa. For the family.

- You bet your ass.

Good luck, boy.

I'll be with you.

II know you will, pa!

Hello. Good afternoon. Can I help you?

Yes, Im here to see Mr.

Dawson. Your name, please.

Nicholas Kegan.

You go right ahead. Z.K.'s on the playing

field. Take the turn to your right...

before you reach the house and

that's where you'll find him.

Thank you.

Yeah, Im Z. K. Dawson.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Nicholas Kegan!

Get out of the vehicle.

I said,

get out of the vehicle.

Uh, speak up.

I'm, uh, nick Kegan.

Tom Kegans son.

I know that. But what are you doing here

on my playing field, messing up our games?

Oh, the guard said, well-

I don't care what the guard told you,

I wanna know what you're doing here.

We had an appointment,

Mr. Dawson.

I'm aware of that fact.

Now you're wasting my time.

- Well, look here, uh-

- Watch your tone.

- Mr. Dawson-

- That's better.

Mr. Dawson,

we've discovered a rifle.

We have every reason to believe it's the

weapon that killed my brother in Philadelphia.

Your brother was a miserable,

cold-Assed, arrogant son of a b*tch.

And not a good friend of mine,

as I guess is well known to you.

Yes, Im aware of that.

But the assassin was hired

by a man named Casper Jr.

And as you know everyone of

importance in the area, we thought-

What I ought to do is run right

over you, flatten you like a waffle.

Sir? I know why you're here.

You're here because you think I had some

part of a conspiracy killed your brother.

You and all the other conspiracy lovers

in this conspiracy-Loving country.

Actually, Mr. Dawson-

Why should I kill your brother

when Im getting rich off him?

Off his military spending',

his space spending'.

His tax reduction

a- And h-His crisis spending'.

Hell, you know if your old man didn't own

him already, I might have bought him myself.

Except for

his snotty personality.

I didn't come here to listen

to slander, Mr. Dawson.

Slander?

You think before you speak,

young man.

Hell, they didn't teach

you kids nothing since 1944.

Hey, I didn't kill your brother.

That's a vile, cruel,

mythological invention.

But it is also a-

An infectious invention.

And when it reached the ears of my

daughter, I thought, maybe Ill make...

a couple of phone calls and

really find out who did the deed.

Who might that be?

The Philadelphia police

killed your brother.

The man in charge of the

operation was a captain Heller.

So if I was you, Id just go

and have a talk with that man.

- Uh, he's dead. - Well, then Id

track down a sidekick of his.

A man named Ray Doty.

Thank you. Yeah, well, you're welcome.

Now, Im gonna

tell you one more thing.

I'm gonna give you

a head start of 30 seconds.

And then me and my boys here,

we're coming after you.

Sir?

You heard me.

We still got some private

property in this country.

Ten... nine... eight... seven...

Im looking for a passenger

named Nicholas Kegan.

Mr. Kegan?

Yes?

Telephone call for you. Please

hurry. We're beginning our descent.

You have a telephone

call for me here? Please.

I have a telephone call

up here.

Where the hell is he?

Pa? You didn't call me

when you left Dawson.

Pa, there are hundreds of people

on board. Uh, we're about to land.

Maybe, but Im still losing money on

this airline. Now, what'd Dawson say?

He says it's Heller

in the Philadelphia police.

Says I should talk to a cop named ray

Doty. He also fired on my car with tanks.

The old coot. Ray Doty. I'll arrange

it. That why you going to new York?

Come on. Come on.

No, Im gonna see my girl.

Girl? What girl? Just a

girl, pa. Look, I gotta go.

Forget the girl. You go see

Doty. By the way, Keifitz is dead.

Keifitz?

Died in Brunei.

Keifitz?

What about the confession?

Orderly's dead too. Fell off the

toilet and broke his neck. What?

It's safe to talk in here.

These lights

stay on all the time?

Day and night.

All year round.

They never know what time it

is. Just keep laying those eggs.

And they never hatch.

Never do.

Give 'em hormones, of course.

And amphetamines. Keeps 'em going.

They're all on speed.

Jittery as hell.

My father's information agency

has paid you. Is this, uh-

I took the cash.

Just like in the old days.

Once a cop,

always a cop.

Wish I was back

on the force sometimes.

So how did, uh,

Casper Jr. Get to you?

Oh, he didn't get to us.

He got to Joe diamond.

You do that very well.

I think-

Now you gotta understand...

that Joe diamond

was a notorious cop lover.

II mean, a real cop lover.

He always kept this nightclub

full of rookies.

Drinking beer, getting high.

IAnyway,

the meeting was set up...

between diamond

and an old pal of his.

It took place in Tucson.

How you been, Gameboy?

Oh, older and fatter.

Uglier. Like you.

I don't know.

- Did you eat?

- Yeah.

What'd you eat?

Pastrami on whole wheat

with celery tonic.

Any good?

Lousy.

Tucson.

Don't ever order the wild

west pastrami. Sit down.

It's like old times.

Y- You remember us

in Atlantic city?

Maybe. Maybe not.

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