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get the job now. No, I don’t think that any of it will serve to expose us in any significant way.”
    Mr. Hoover speared his last toast point. His hand trembled. Some table-hopping pols eyeballed him.
    â€œPower. Was that Junior’s motive?”
    â€œI’ve known him all his life, Sir. I think ‘fully justified hatred’ describes it best.”
    A spook preacher braced the pols. Yuks and backslaps circulated. The guy wore cowboy boots with his clerical suit. Dwight recognized him. He hosted telethons for some spook disease and espoused leftist shit.
    Mr. Hoover said, “Prince Bobby and Martin Lucifer King have departed, leaving the morally impaired disconsolate and providing the sane with dear relief. Operation Black Rabbit did not achieve the results we had hoped for, and toxic clouds of black nationalism are quite evidently aswirl. I would like you to assess the Black Panther Party and the United Slaves, also known as ‘US,’ as potential targets for a disruption program.I am thinking of a full-scale Cointelpro. There are also two lesser known cabals in Los Angeles that may also require scrutiny. Mark their lurid names: The Black Tribe Alliance and Mau-Mau Liberation Front.”
    Dwight got goose bumps. “I have an informant in L.A. I’ll fly out and talk to her.”
    â€œ
Her
, Dwight? Confidential Bureau informant number 4361?”
    Dwight smiled. “Yes, Sir. We may be looking for an inside plant, and she knows every duplicitous left-winger in captivity.”
    â€œAll left-wingers should reside in captivity.”
    â€œYes, Sir.”
    â€œStop by Las Vegas as well. Assess Wayne Tedrow Jr.’s mental health.”
    â€œYes, Sir.”
    â€œThe Mau-Maus were an African cannibal sect with no valid grievance. They diddled baboons and ate their own young.”
    â€œYes, Sir. I know about them.”
    â€œYour knowledge does not surprise me. You’re my obedient Yalie thug.”
    He lived in hotel suites. Roving agents had Bureau-vouchered digs nationwide. He liked the Statler in L.A. and the Sheraton Chicago. The D.C. Mayflower was dud-ritz. The room service tanked, the pipes hissed, the bed creaked.
    His study files and plane tickets were there on the desk. Mr. Hoover had them sent during lunch. Panthers/US/Mau-Mau/Tribe.
Mr. Hoover wanted this
. His L.A. flight left in two hours.
    Dwight buffed his shoes, cleaned his gun and did doorway-bar chinups. Bullshit tasks quashed his nerves and kept him at one drink a night.
It was chilled
. RFK was all on Carlos. It was
his
wet dream. Sirhan Sirhan practically drooled. He’d never ID Otash credibly. Jimmy Ray got popped at the London airport. Extradition woe would extend. Jimmy would talk—that was certain. Otash ran him in circles. Jimmy’s story would play as cracker fantasia.
    Pete would hold. Otash would hold. The lone-nut consensus would kick in. Mr. Hoover would short-shrift all divergent queries. The one wild card was the kid.
    â€œI’ve known him all my life, Sir.”
    And his daddy and my daddy and Indiana long gone.
    His daddy was “Daddy” Holly, an upstart nativist and Klan huckster. Daddy Holly got rich selling Klan kitsch in the ’20s Klan heyday. Daddy hatched his sons Dwight and Lyle out of wedlock and sent Louisa Dunn Chalfont back to Kentucky. Dwight and Lyle grew up in Klan kampgrounds.Daddy taught them to spell all hard “C” words with a “K.” Daddy hated Jews, Papists and niggers and understood that the Klan was a shuck.
    Daddy rose to Exalted Cyclops standing. Daddy sold kustom Klan robes, Klan kid’s klothes and kanine kouture. Daddy got rich. The ’20s boom sustained him. A rape-suicide scenario derailed him. His Grand Dragon mentor assaulted a young woman on a train. She drank mercury and killed herself. The story got massive ink. Rabid censure swept the Klan out of favor. Klan-backed politicians were ousted en masse.