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appeared under it, dot dot dot dash. Angel
loved that serial. He thought it was real hip havin Beethoven help
them win the war. That was his secret signal for everything. Angel
peeped at them for a moment, then opened the door slightly, Hurry up
before fresh air gets in here. They slid in and Angel closed the
door, shut. The warm, humid summer air was left behind and it was
suddenly cool, very cool. They walked past the machinery, up the
steel staircase to an office. It was dense with smoke that whirled as
the door opened and closed and looked exotic in the blue light. Tony,
Fred and Lucy were sitting on the floor, listening to the music from
the radio on the desk. Whatta ya say, man? Hey baby, whats happenin?
Hows it going sweetheart? Hey, mah man, what's happenin? Things are
pretty good Harry. Whats happenin baby? Groovy baby. Harry and Tyrone
sat down and leaned against the wall and started to move slightly in
time to the music. Any action tonight Angel? Hey man, theres always
action here. This is a lively joint when the Angels around, eh? You
straight? Not yet. Itll be here soon. Gogit is on his way. Hey,
groovy man. He always got some good stuff. The Spy Smasher ring got
Angel to his feet and out of the office. He came back in a minute
with Marion and Betty. Hey, whats happenin man? Im cool baby, what
goin on? Whatta ya say?
    Whats shakin baby? Makin it, makin it. You know, same
old thing. They joined the others on the floor, Marion sitting next
to Harry. Tyrone looked at Fred, You lookin good man. You know me
man, strength and health. Watch you do, change embalmers? Sheeit man,
theys got stiffs out in them boxes that looks betteran you. Ooooo,
thats some deep shit man. O sheeit. That dude walk in that room an he
scare them stiffs outen here. O man, thats rank. Dont letim shit all
overya man, open ya mouth. You know somethin baby, yawls a
degenerate. The giggling was becoming laughter and becoming louder
and louder. Hey man, who let you out without a leash. Oooo, thats—DOT
DOT DOT AAAA-AAAASH. Angel spun around and out of the room and the
silence maintained itself as effortlessly as it had started as
everyone  felt that it was Gogit and waited to see him bebop his
way through the door. He did. Hey mah man, whaz hap-penin? Hey baby.
Lay it on me jim—slap. You straight baby? Sheeit, ahm ah straight?
What the fuck yoe think ahm doin here, lookin at the scenery? Yeah,
its kindda dead, eh? Ah got some boss shit, man. Ah mean its dy no
mite, right from the eyetnlians. Everybody started taking their money
out and Gogit put the heroin on the table and scooped up the money.
Lets go git it on. Everyone left the office and started roaming
around the dimlit refrigeration room, reaching down cracks, crevices,
under floorplates, behind machinery, between loose bricks, for their
works. No matter how many other sets they might have stashed around
town, everyone always had a set stashed in the Bronx County Morgue.
They went back to the office, got paper cups filled with water and
each one staked out a small portion of  the floor for
themselves. The radio was still playing but the concentration was .so
intense that no one heard the music or was aware of anything but
their own cooker as they carefully dumped the heroin in it, then
added the water and heated it until the dope dissolved, then drew the
liquid up through the cotton in the cooker into the dropper, then
tied up. Each knew they were not alone in the room, but paid
absolutely no attention to what was going on around them. When their
favorite vein was ready they tapped the needle into it and watched
the first bubble of blood pulse through the fluid and streak to the
surface, their eyes glued to it, their senses aware only of the fact
that they got a good hit and that their stomachs were churning with
anticipation and then they squeezed the bulb and shot the shit into
their vein and waited for the first rush and then let the dropper
fill with blood again and squeezed that in