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  "Yes, you'll have to be careful," Al agreed. "It won't be easy, but I trust you, buddy. it's why I called you in the first place."

  "I don't even want to get near him. Just seeing him in the airport gave me a class-A case of the willies."

  "I know you don't, but you'll have to. As someone who spent damn near his whole life cooking meals, I can tell you that no omelet was ever made without breaking eggs. And it would be a mistake to overestimate this guy. He's no super-criminal. Also, he's going to be distracted, mostly by his batshit mother. How good is he going to be at anything for awhile except shouting at his wife and knocking her around when he gets too pissed off for shouting to be enough?"

  "I think he cares for her, Al. At least a little, and maybe a lot. in spite of the shouting."

  "Yeah, and it's guys like him who are most likely to fuck up their women. Look at Frank Dunning. You just take care of your business, buddy."

  "And what am I going to get if I do manage to hook up that bug? Tape recordings of arguments? Arguments in Russian? That'll be a big help."

  "You don't need to decode the man's family life. it's George de Mohrenschildt you need to find out about. You have to make sure de Mohrenschildt isn't involved in the attempt on General Walker. Once you accomplish that, the window of uncertainty closes. And look on the bright side. if Oswald catches you spying on him, his future actions might change in a good way. He might not try for Kennedy after all."

  "Do you really believe that?"

  "No. Actually I don't."

  "Neither do I. The past is obdurate. it doesn't want to be changed."

  He said, "Buddy, now you're cooking . . ."

  "With gas," I heard myself muttering. "Now I'm cooking with gas."

  I opened my eyes. I had fallen asleep after all. Late light was coming in through the drawn curtains. Somewhere not far away, on Davenport Street in Fort Worth, the Oswald brothers and their wives would be sitting down to dinner--Lee's first meal back on his old stomping grounds.

  Outside my own little bit of Fort Worth, I could hear a skip-rope chant. it sounded very familiar. I got up, went through my dim living room (furnished with two thrift-shop easy chairs but nothing else), and twitched back one of the drapes an inch or so. Those drapes had been my very first installation. I wanted to see; I didn't want to be seen.

  2703 was still deserted, with the FOR RENT sign double-tacked to the railing of the rickety porch, but the lawn wasn't deserted. There, two girls were twirling a jump rope while a third stutter-stepped in and out. Of course they weren't the girls I'd seen on Kossuth Street in Derry--these three, dressed in patched and faded jeans instead of crisp new shorts, looked runty and underfed--but the chant was the same, only now with Texas accents.

  "Charlie Chaplin went to France! Just to watch the ladies dance! Salute to the Cap'un! Salute to the Queen! My old man drives a sub-ma-rine!"

  The skip-rope girl caught her foot and went tumbling into the crabgrass that served as 2703's front lawn. The other girls piled on top of her and all three of them rolled in the dirt. Then they got to their feet and went pelting away.

  I watched them go, thinking I saw them but they didn't see me. That's something. That's a start. But Al, where's my finish?

  De Mohrenschildt was the key to the whole deal, the only thing keeping me from killing Oswald as soon as he moved in across the street. George de Mohrenschildt, a petroleum geologist who speculated in oil leases. A man who lived the playboy lifestyle, mostly thanks to his wife's money. Like Marina, he was a Russian exile, but unlike her, from a noble family--he was, in fact, Baron de Mohrenschildt. The man who was going to become Lee Oswald's only friend during the few months of life Oswald had left. The man who was going to suggest to Oswald that the world would be much better off without a certain racist right-wing ex-General. if de Mohrenschildt turned out to be part of Oswald's attempt to kill Edwin Walker, my situation would be vastly complicated; all the nutty conspiracy theories would then be in play. Al, however, believed all the Russian geologist had done (or would do; as i've said, living in the past is confusing) was egg on a man who was already obsessed with fame and mentally unstable.

  Al had written in his notes: If Oswald was on his own on the night of April 10th, 1963, chances that there was another gunman involved in the Kennedy assassination seven months later drop to almost zero.

  Below this, in capital letters, he had added his final verdict: GOOD ENOUGH TO TAKE THE SON OF A BITCH OUT.

  Table of Contents

  Mile 81

  1. Pete Simmons ('07 Huffy)

  2. Doug Clayton ('09 Prius)

  3. Julianne Vernon ('05 Dodge Ram)

  4. The Lussier Family ('11 Expedition)

  5. Jimmy Golding ('11 Crown Victoria)

  6. The Kids ('10 Richforth)

  '11/22/63' Teaser