He stood at the edge of the woods, ten feet from the car. He watched the VW bus pull up at the adjoining cabin, also vacant. They got oitt, looking weary. They left the front doors open. One of them headed this way, checking his car, Selvy's. The other went back to the bus, probably to turn off the headlights.
Selvy walked out of the woods, showing the.41 magnum. The first ranger reacted but Selvy had the gun to his face, still walking, coming on, and the ranger back-pedaled, his arms at his sides now, flush, apparently to indicate nonresistance. He backed into the side of the car, went down and then tried to scramble to his feet. Selvy, keeping an eye on the second ranger, put the gun right to this one's mouth, muzzle first, cracking teeth and driving the man back to his haunches against the front tire.
To keep him there, Selvy hit him across the left cheekbone with the gun butt. The other ranger was climbing into the back of the microbus. Selvy took an old pair of handcuffs out of his back pocket. He turned this one on his stomach and bent one leg way up behind him, limber little devil, cuffing the ankle to the opposite wrist. The second ranger closed the rear door.
Selvy searched this one, finding only a small knife with a slender tapering blade. He dropped it in the window of his car. Then he went to the VW and opened the rear door just a crack, inserting the mag in the opening, showing about four inches of barrel. No reaction. Not a sound. He opened the door slightly wider.
The ranger was squatting in the dark, holding a knife in his right hand, an inch above floor level. He was motionless. He was still as a wood carving. He waited there, facing Selvy, head-on.
The latter nodded and closed the door. He went into the vacant cabin and stood by the window. The ranger came out of the microbus and dragged and lifted his buddy into the front seat. Then he got in next to him and backed slowly down the motel road and out toward the highway.
Lomax sat at a corner table watching Earl Mudger make his way across the dining room of the Executive Towers Motor Inn, off Arlington Boulevard.
"It's about time we heard some news from the field. It's overdue. What are you drinking, Earl?"
"News. There's news."
"I just have to outright say it. I think it's a mistake. Selvy may have been leaning some. But I don't think he had an arrangement with the Ludecke woman."
"Who's Selvy?"
"The subject," Lomax said. "I think he may have been edging toward something. But I don't think he was there. I think he may have been helping the Robbins woman put some moves on the Senator. Personal reasons. He wanted off that assignment."
"He squashed my bug."
"Earl, he may not have known."
"He was trained to know. He knew. Of course he knew."
Lomax groomed his sideburns with the tips of his fingers. The waiter brought drinks and menus, He said something they didn't catch. People sitting nearby were turning to look at the bar. Mudger and Lomax glanced that way. Two men and a chimpanzee were seating themselves at the bar. They didn't react to the attention they were getting, and in moments people went back to their food and drink. The chimp wore a leisure suit with flared trousers.
"The FCB matter," Mudger said.
"She's still playing. She has to play. IRS has been breathing heavy ever since her days as a Panther bagwoman. They're looking at fraud."
"Can we get them to ease off, if and when?"
"No," Lomax said. "It was all I could do to get the file and tape."
"Does it matter?"
"I don't think so. She has to believe we have influence there, and she's aware they want to prosecute. We're buying time, that's all. Considering our lack of resources these days, it's all we can really hope to do."
"Been meaning to ask. How is it you're using these Dorish Reports? Granted, we're a corporate entity. But don't we have our own intelligence? If we don't, why don't we? I hate to think we have to use the same investigative service General Motors uses, or Chase Manhattan."
"It's ironic, Earl, but Selvy was in the process of putting together a report on FCB. We phased into adjustment before he was finished. With Selvy out, Earl, we really have no one fully capable."
"How did that happen, in fifty words or less?"
"How that happened, Earl, is when you broke away from PAC/ORD that was the end of our supply of trained investigators. We're not at all strong in the investigative area, Earl, these days. We're strong in the paramilitary area. We've got counterterrorists we can call on, for whatever it's worth, more or less around the clock."
"You think I failed to anticipate."
"In a matter like the FCB matter, we don't need but a single capable investigator. We don't really have one, sad to say. Thus the Dorish Report. Thus getting down on all fours to beg favors from an old friend at IRS."
"Tell you what let's do."
"You want me to shut up," Lomax said. "You think I'm being a little preachy. Okay, good beef here. Let's order."
Lomax chided himself for being slow to realize that Mudger was in a foul mood. He couldn't help being disappointed. He'd expected a word of commendation for his resourcefulness in gathering intelligence on the FCB matter. Now he'd have to wait for the right moment to bring it up again, or forget it completely.
FCB was the way they referred to Grace Delaney. It meant Flat-Chested Bitch.
Mudger kept looking over at the chimp. The restaurant manager was talking to the two men who flanked the animal. It seemed to Lomax from this distance that he was content to let them stay as long as nothing unseemly happened.
"I'm making moves," Mudger said. "That's how you keep going. You renew yourself. Systems planning is fundamentally lacking in one important respect."
"You've said. People."
"People, correct."
"Earl, it's peaked."
"I've been studying pornography for a long time now. Hell of an interesting field. Dynamics involved. The psychology. Interesting element. Strange arrays of people. Pacts and alliances and accommodations. That intrigues me. Systems is all formulation. Essentially sterile concepts. I miss human interest. The war was full of human interest."
"The thing has peaked, Earl."
"Multimillions. Close to a billion, including the soft stuff."
"You've had success employing unique methods. You go into smut in a big way, you'll find these methods aren't so unique."
"Don't I thrive on challenges?"
Lomax patted the top of his head.
"Isn't it all business? When you come right down to it? Isn't the whole thing just a slam-bang corporate adventure? Arthur? Isn't it?"
Lomax didn't like these moods.
"The profit on hard-core movies is awe-inspiring. You can make an X for fifty thousand and get a return in the millions. You don't even have to make. Alternatives exist. I've got people. I'm already tied in. All I need is product."
Mudger turned once more to glance at the bar.
"The chimp is ape family," he said after a while.
"I didn't know."
"Did you know that?"
"No," Lomax said.
"Most intelligent member, although some would dispute that."
"I'm a dog man."
"Some would say gorilla."
"Dessert, Earl?"
"Did you ever watch animals? Steadily watch? Because there's things you can learn from watching animals go about their business."
"I've got dogs. I watch dogs."
"If you said wolves."
"Domesticated. That's my range."
"Wolves. You ever watch wolves? I can remember outside Tha Binh."
"I admit to snakes. I watch snakes."
"Snakes are good," Mudger said. "You can do worse than snakes."
"But only at the zoo."
The waiter brought coffee.
"There's news all right," Mudger said.