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What!” Wade
exclaimed.
    “ Sure. He keeps it under
his bed, some big old British revolver his grandpop gave him. I
took the bullets out of it this morning when he was throwing up,
and I swiped the rest of the ammo box.”
    “ Yeah, but he can always
buy more. What are we going to do?”
    “ We’re gonna have to pull
him out of this ourselves.”
    “ You’re right,” Wade said.
“He’s got no one else.”
    “ I’ll meet you back at the
dorm later,” Tom said. “We’ll clean him up and drag his ass down to
the inn, get some food in him. He’s probably been living on Kirins
since this whole thing went down.”
    “ Kirins and Carltons,” Wade
added. “See you tonight.”
    Wade took off in the Vette, cranking up an
old Manzanera song called “Mummy Was an Asteroid, Daddy Was a Small
Nonstick Kitchen Utensil.” Thank God for alternative radio; where
would he be trapped in a world of bad rap and Madonna? He checked
the rearview, then pitched his empty Spaten bottle into the Circle.
With the campus this empty, at least he didn’t have to worry about
getting pulled over.
    Halfway through the Circle, he got pulled
over.
    That’s just fucking
grand, he thought. But where had the cop
been? They must have cloaking devices on their cruisers. Get ready, he primed
himself. Wade wasn’t much of a student, but when it came to
sweet talking police, he made straight A’s. He put on his
innocent-face as the cop walked up, boot heels clicking.
    “ Good afternoon, Mr. St.
John. My name is Officer Prentiss. I’d like to see your
registration and operator’s permit.”
    Astonished, Wade looked up.
The cop was a woman. Girlfuzz, he thought. A dickless
Tracy. “Who are you?” he asked.
    “ I just told you. I’m
Officer Prentiss and I’d like to see your—”
    “ I know, my registration
and operator’s permit.” Lenient cops asked for your license; but
only hard asses called it an operator’s permit. This might take
some work. “How come you know my name before seeing my li—I mean my
operator’s permit?”
    “ I know all about you, Mr.
St. John,” the cop said. “Chief White has properly familiarized me
with all of the campus troublemakers.”
    Wade laughed a chumly laugh. “Good old Chief
White, always joking around. If you want to know the truth,
my—”
    “ Your police file is the
most extensive in the history of this campus.”
    Wade paused. It was probably true. “Sure,
Officer, I’ve had a ticket or two, but I’m no troublemaker, I
assure you. And my father happens to be a significant contributor
to the Exham Office of Donations, and is a close personal friend of
the dean’s.”
    “ Which is the only reason
you haven’t been kicked out.”
    Wade paused again. This girl must work part time on a rock
pile, he considered, and she’s using my balls for the rocks. Disgusted, he gave her the cards. He examined her as she began
filling out his tickets. She stood well postured and medium-tall,
very storm trooperish in her black boots and tailored tan
uniform. Bright, straight blond hair was tied in back in a short
tail, like a whip, and her eyes were a cold mystery behind mirrored
shades. Wade supposed she would be cute if not for the inhuman
police traffic stop set of her mouth. Her prettiness and
her cop aura were a marriage of opposites: she invited to be looked
at, yet revealed nothing to anyone who looked.
    But there was something. Just…something.
    “ I’m citing you for doing
thirty four miles an hour in a fifteen zone,” she told
him.
    “ What, the
Circle?”
    “ Yes, the Circle. And you
get another one for depositing hazardous material on campus common
ground.”
    “ What hazardous
material!”
    “ The beer bottle you just
threw.”
    “ Oh, you mean that Coke bottle?”
    “ It was a beer bottle, Mr.
St. John, but of course you’re welcome to testify in court under
oath that it was not. And since possessing an opened alcoholic
beverage container in a moving vehicle is also