Two heavily armed uniformed lab technicians appeared, bringing with them a lock-type steel container.
We could only find this, one of them apologized as they carefully filled it with the items on the table.
Whos down there?
Hurley.
Have Hurley go over this sometime today for sure, and report when hes got a spurious index-factor for me. It must be today; tell him that.
The lab technicians locked the metal box and lugged it out of the office.
Tossing the medical-findings report on the table, Hank leaned back and said, What do youOkay, whats your response to Barriss evidence so far?
Fred said, That is my medical report you have there, isnt it? He reached to pick it up, then changed his mind. I think what he played, the little he played, it sounded genuine to me.
Its a fake, Hank said. Worthless.
You may be right, Fred said, but I dont agree.
The arsenal theyre talking about at Vandenberg is probably the OSI Arsenal. Hank reached for the phone. To himself, aloud, he said, Lets seewhos the guy at OSI I talked to that time he was in on Wednesday with some pictures Hank shook his head and turned away from the phone to confront Fred. Ill wait. It can wait for the prelim spurious report. Fred?
What does my medical
They say youre completely cuckoo.
Fred (as best he could) shrugged. Completely?
Wie kalt ist es in diesem unterirdischen Gewolbe!
Possibly two brain cells still light up. But thats about all. Mostly short circuits and sparks.
Das ist natrlich, es ist ja tief.
Two, you say, Fred said. Out of how many?
I dont know. Brains have a lot of cells, I understandtrillions.
More possible connections between them, Fred said, than there are stars in the universe.
If thats so, then youre not batting too good an average right now. About two cells out ofmaybe sixty-five trillion?
More like sixty-five trillion trillion, Fred said.
Thats worse than the old Philadelphia Athletics under Connie Mack. They used to end the season with a percentage
What do I get, Fred said, for saying it happened on duty?
You get to sit in a waiting room and read a lot of Saturday Evening Posts and Cosmopolitans free.
Wheres that?
Where would you like?
Fred said, Let me think it over.
Ill tell you what Id do, Hank said. I wouldnt go into a Federal clinic; Id get about six bottles of good bourbon, I.W. Harper, and go up into the hills, up into the San Bernardino Mountains near one of the lakes, by myself, and just stay there all alone until its over. Where no one can find me.
But it may never be over, Fred said.
Then never come back. Do you know anyone who has a cabin up there?
No, Fred said.
Can you drive okay?
My He hesitated, and a dreamlike strength fell over him, relaxing him and mellowing him out. All the spatial relationships in the room shifted; the alteration affected even his awareness of time. Its in the He yawned.
You dont remember.
I remember its not functioning.
We can have somebody drive you up. That would be safer, anyhow.
Drive me up where? he wondered. Up to what? Up roads, trails, paths, hiking and striding through Jell-O, like a tomcat on a leash who only wants to get back indoors, or get free.
He thought, Em Engel, der Gattin, so gleich, der fuhrt mich zur Freiheit ins himmlische Reich. Sure, he said, and smiled. Relief. Pulling forward against the leash, trying and striving to get free, and then to lie down. What do you think about me now, he said, now that Ive proved out like thisburned out, temporarily, anyhow. Maybe permanently.
Hank said, I think youre a very good person.
Thank you, Fred said.
Take your gun with you.
What? he said.
When you go off to the San Bernardino Mountains with the fifths of I.W. Harper. Take your gun.
You mean for if I dont come out of it?
Hank said, Either way. Coming down off the amount they say youre on Have it there with you.
Okay.
When you get back, Hank said, call me. Let me know.
Hell, I wont have my suit.
Call me anyhow. With or without your suit.
Again he said, Okay. Evidently it didnt matter. Evidently that was over.
When you go pick up your next payment, therell be a different amount. A considerable change this one time.
Fred said, I get some sort of bonus for this, for what happened to me?
No. Read your penal code. An officer who willingly becomes an addict and does not promptly report it is subject to a misdemeanor changea fine of three thousand dollars and/or six months. Youll probably just be fined.
Willingly? he said, marveling.
Nobody held a gun to your head and shot you up. Nobody dropped something in your soup. You knowingly and willingly took an addictive drug, brain-destructive and disorienting.
I had to!
Hank said, You could have pretended to. Most officers manage to cope with it. And from the quantity they say you were dropping, you have to have been
Youre treating me like a crook. I am not a crook.
Picking up a clipboard and pen, Hank began to figure. How much are you at, paywise? I can calculate it now if
Could I pay the fine later on? Maybe in a series of monthly installments over like two years?
Hank said, Come on, Fred.
Okay, he said.
How much per hour?
He couldnt remember.
Well, then, how many logged hours?
That, neither.
Hank tossed his clipboard back down. Want a cigarette? He offered Fred his pack.
Im getting off that, too, Fred said. Everything including peanuts and He couldnt think. They both sat there, the two of them, in their scramble suits, both silent.
Like I tell my kids, Hank began.
Ive got two kids, Fred said. Two girls.
I dont believe you do; youre not supposed to.
Maybe not. He had begun to try to figure out when withdrawal would begin, and then he began to try to figure how many tabs of Substance D he had hidden here and there. And how much money he would have, when he got paid, for scoring.
Maybe you want me to continue figuring what your payoff amount will consist of, Hank said.
Okay, he said, and nodded vigorously. Do that. He sat waiting, tensely, drumming on the table, like Barris.
How much per hour? Hank repeated, and then presently reached for his phone. Ill call payroll.
Fred said nothing. Staring down, he waited. He thought, Maybe Donna can help me. Donna, he thought, please help me now.
I dont think youre going to make it to the mountains, Hank said. Even if somebody drives you.
No.
Where do you want to go?
Let me sit and think.
Federal clinic?
No.
They sat.
He wondered what not supposed to meant.
What about over to Donna Hawthornes? Hank said. From all the information youve brought in and everyone else has, I know youre close.
Yes. He nodded. We are. And then he looked up and said, How do you know that?
Hank said, By a process of elimination. I know who you arent, and there arent an infinite number of suspects in this groupin fact, theyre a very small group. We thought theyd lead us up higher, and maybe Barris will. You and I have spent a lot of time rapping together. I pieced it together a long time ago. That youre Arctor.