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irritating.' '

'I wonder how they're doing?' Lutch said caustically. 'Strange business. In the early fifties, they had the first cancer scare, so they started making filter cigarettes. Then they got worried that men would think filter-tips were for pussies. That's where I came in.'

'You were great,' Nick said. 'I used to want to be you. I mean, when I was growing up. We all wanted to grow up and be cowboys.'

'Don't I know it. You know a song by George Jones, 'Hell Stays Open All Night Long'? I listen to it over and over.'

'You're being kind of tough on yourself, aren't you?'

'Last year, after I got diagnosed, I flew East to attend the annual stockholders' meeting of Total Tobacco. And I stood up and told them that they at least ought to limit their advertising. And do you know what the president said to me?'

Nick did know, but he shook his head.

'He said, 'We're certainly sorry to hear about your medical problem. Without knowing your medical history, I don't think I can comment further.' Then they tried to pretend I never worked for them. I couldn't believe it. Even when I showed reporters my pay stubs, the company went on saying it wasn't me in those photographs. Then when I kept on making a fuss, they told me they were going to sue me — for breach of contract! I guess you were the one to put a halt to that.'

'Yeah,' Nick said. 'I told them it was a pretty dumb idea. Well, they can be assholes, there's no doubt about that.'

'Tell you something else. I never even smoked Tumbleweeds. I smoked Kools.'

Nick laughed.

'You look like a nice enough fellah. What are you doing working for these assholes?'

Somehow the usual business about needing to pay the mortgage didn't seem appropriate here. Nick looked about at the things on Lorne's wall — rodeo trophies, stuffed trout, family photographs mounted on brightly lacquered wood — and said, 'I'm good at it. I'm better at doing this than I ever was at doing anything else.'

'Well hell, son, I was good at shooting Koreans, but I didn't make it a career.'

Nick laughed. Lutch looked at him for what felt like a long time, and said, 'I suppose we all got to pay the mortgage somehow.' Nick could have kissed him.

'I was good at playing my role. People used to recognize me and ask me for my autograph. I don't know how much that's going to count for at the Pearly Gates, but I was just a dumb cowboy who wanted to be in pictures, whereas you,' he smiled slyly, 'look like about twenty thousand dollars' worth of college education.' The smile was gone. 'So why'd you come all the way out here for?'

'Good question,' Nick said, staring balefully at the attache case.

'You here to talk me into shutting up? Is that what's in that case of yours?'

'Yes, basically,' Nick said. 'No, not basically. That's exactly it.' Lutch gave him a steely stare. 'Look here,' he said, 'my dignity ain't for sale.'

'No,' Nick said, 'it's more complicated than that.'

'How do you mean?'

'This is supposed to be an outright gift, no strings attached. The taxes have all been paid. You get to keep it no matter what you do. You're free to go bad-mouthing us. The idea is that you'll feel so guilty about trashing us that you might just say no the next time a producer for Oprah calls.'

Lutch stared at Nick. 'Were you supposed to tell me all this?'

'No. Just apologize, give you the money, and leave.'

'Then why are you telling me this?'

'I don't really know,' Nick said. 'Not for reasons you might think. I don't believe in the Pearly Gates, or an open-twenty-four-hours hell. I like the guy I work for, the one who cooked up this idea, even though I told him we ought to just leave you alone. He's just freaked out, like the rest of them. And, I'll probably go on doing what I do. So I don't know why I'm doing it. Beats me.'

'You're a strange fellah, Nick.'

'I know people who'd agree with that. No,' Nick said, 'I should be honest, for once. I know why I told you.'

'Why?'

'Because this way, you'll take the money.'

'Why would I do that?'

'Because you're mad. The first thing you'll do is call the L.A. Times, KBLA and tell them to get out here right away.'

'You're damn right about that.'

'By the way, don't forget CNN. And insist on Bonnie Dalton, their top L.A. person. Do you remember her from the cracks in Hoover Dam story last year? She's got the perfect touch for something like this. She does very good controlled outrage without going overboard. Also, she's good-looking. Bonnie Dalton. Tell them no Bonnie, no story, they can watch it on KBLA.'

'Okay,' Lutch said. 'Bonnie Dalton.'

'Now if I were you, I'd open up the case and dump all the cash out onto the floor.'

'Why?'

'It'll look much more effective. Here, look.' Nick dumped the money out. 'And shake it like this to get the last bundle out. Also, it would be great if you could cough while you're doing it. The whole time you're dumping, you should be denouncing, sort of build up to the last piece of silver. You might even call it that. You know, as in the thirty pieces of silver, from the Bible, the Judas payoff. Then you tell them what you're going to do with it.'

'What am I going to do with it?'

'You're going to give it to the cancer ranch. Of course.'

'Well, I do have a family. '

'Whoa, Lorne. You can't keep the money.'

'Why the hell not?'

'How's that going to look? Denouncing us and then keeping it? It's blood money. Look at it.' They both stared at the bundles of hundred-dollar bills on the floor. Lot of money.

'I'm going to have to talk this over with Roberta,' Lutch said, shifting uneasily in his seat.

Nick drove back to L.A. fast. He got pulled over for going ninety-two miles an hour. The cop wrote him up for the full amount. Nick didn't argue.

The next morning Gomez O'Neal called Nick at the Encomium. 'We just heard that Lorne Lutch canceled out of a local TV talk show for next week. Nice going.'

The Captain called five minutes later. 'Gomez O'Neal tells me it worked. I knew it would. Good work, son.'

BR called. 'I gather things are going well out there.'

Nick hung up and called Lutch. 'Lorne,' he said, annoyed, 'what's going on?'

'Roberta and I are still thinking about it,' he said.

'Look, it's not going to do any good to denounce us a week or a month from now. Outrage is like fish, it's got to be fresh. Do it today. It really should have been yesterday.'

'Suppose,' Lutch said, 'I denounced you for giving me a hundred thousand dollars? Would that be all right with your people?'

19

Jack Bein called to say Jeff had news and wanted a meeting at seven the next morning. 'That's not too early for you, is it?' Nick told him that in Washington, too, business started early.

'I spoke with everyone involved in Sector Six,' Jeff said, sipping on a cup of ginseng