Part 63: Several Years Later, Early in the Afternoon,
the Day After the Party and the Day Before the Concert.
“Do you understand the significance of making Ira a fugitive?” Nepotism asks, looking over his shoulder impatiently. “It kept him quiet. If he was a fugitive, he couldn’t spout off about the Turkey Farm. I mean, hello, ‘Space Kids?’ That couldn’t really be made public, could it? No, so they set him up for this murder. He goes on the run, has to keep his head low. If he was killed, there would have been a lot of questions. If he was in jail, he could still talk. So they sent him running. In one fell stroke, they shut him up, and ruined any credibility he ever had.”
“And who told you this?” I ask, kicking at the remains of the bed stand.
He turns around abruptly and taps his temple. “I have sources,” he says. “I know people.”
“Most of your sources are people you meet at the Spot. Do you remember the guy who told you how to cut off a person’s head?”
“Dude, seriously, he showed me a lot of scars. He was in the war.”
“He also said he was a Freemason, a Skull &; Bones, and an O.T.O. When you were in the bathroom, he confessed to being in three groups I made up.”
“That’s just it, dude. You made them up. Who is to say he wasn’t a member?” He puts his fists on his hips and scans the room. “I wouldn’t touch anything in here.” I was pawing through broken knick-knacks on the bookshelves as he talked. “You get your fingerprints around, and you’re dead.”
I sigh. “Don’t worry, they will be able to prove I was in the room.”
“Gross, dude.” He snickers. “You’re going to prison for murder.”
“I’m glad you find it amusing,” I say. “We don’t know she’s dead.”
“And the longer we can keep that up, the longer you’ll get letters from freaks and weirdos that still believe you’re innocent.”
“Did you write to Ira Einhorn?” I ask.
“I wrote to Uri Geller. That guy got railroaded.”
I take a step back from the details and see the full scene. “Dude, there’s no sign of a struggle.”
He stands up quickly and spreads his arms. “I think this was a bit of a struggle.”
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