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can tell you that, all right," Marvel said. She was looking straight at me with those incredible liquid eyes, and I thought of the Empress card in the tarot. "Anything you want to know. The question is, If you wreck the machine, who runs things afterward?"
    I shrugged. "Not me."
    "I've got a job and an... organization... in Memphis," John said. "I don't have any interest in moving in."
    She pursed her lips. "I heard about your organization. Bunch of old lame-ass ex-Panthers, is what I hear."
    "Maybe our asses are lame, but they're not getting kicked by a bunch of Delta peckerwoods," John snarled. I was thinking uh-oh. They were knocking sparks off each other, in the angry, confrontational way that tends to lead directly to the bedroom. Harold felt it, too, and was looking back and forth between them.
    "How about this?" Marvel suggested, turning to me. "You figure something out. A plan. If we don't like it, we can get out anytime."
    John looked at me, and I shook my head. "We can't have key people bail out at a critical moment. That could kill us."
    "How do we handle it?" he asked.
    "We lay out a proposal," I said, turning to Marvel. "If you like it, you're in. If you don't, we go home. But you tell us up front."
    She thought about it for a moment, then said, "I've got to talk with Harold." She led the thick man into a back room and shut the door.
    "The problem with Commies is double crosses are built into their system," John said when the door had closed behind them. He was leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest. "It's all hobby politics. They never have to deal with anything real. They just fuck with each other. We got to think about that."
    "Maybe you should hold down the Commie bullshit," I said. "At least until we decide something. And stop talking to her tits, for Christ's sake."
    "Was I?"
    "Yeah, you were."
    Marvel and her friend spent ten minutes in the back. When they came out, she plopped down on a couch, and the thick man moved behind her. They both looked us over. "We're in for now," she said. "What do you want to know?"
    I opened the portable and said, "Notes."
    "It's still not easy for black folks to get decent city jobs," Marvel said, leaning forward, her elbows on her knees. I'd asked where she got her inside information on the machine. "There are a few black cops and clerks, but most of the blacks who work for the city have menial jobs. Nobody pays any attention to them; it's a hangover from segregation, when a nigger was less than nothing. You wouldn't hide anything from a nigger cleaning lady any more than you'd hide it from her mop. So there are still a lot of invisible people around - cleaning ladies, janitors, garbagemen. Some of them are pretty smart. And we talk. There's not much that gets past us."
    There were four men and a woman on the Longstreet City Council. The woman, Chenille Dessusdelit, was mayor and was also the city's chief administrative officer. She had an insatiable hunger for money, Marvel said. And she was intensely superstitious.
    "Her mama and her husband died about six weeks apart, and that's when she really got strange," Harold said. "She was always superstitious, but after that it was stars and crystals and talking to the dead. There used to be a Gypsy fortune-teller in town, an astrologer. Chenille'd see her every week. Then the Gypsy died, too. Come to think of it, a lot of people die around Chenille..."
    "What kind of name is that? Chenille whatever it is?" I asked.
    "Deh-soos-da-leet,"Marvel said, and she spelled it. "It's old French. The French go way back here in the Delta, back even before the English."
    "All right."
    Of the other four council members, one was black: the Reverend Luther Dodge. Besides presiding over a Baptist church, he ran a city recreation center on the black side of town. He had demanded a special investigation of Darrell Clark's killing but agreed that it should be done by local officers, one black, one white.
    "That guaranteed that the