thunter.fearloathinglasvegas-第23章
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〃You'd make a pisspoor lawyer；〃 he replied。 〃Relax。 I'll handle this。〃 He dialed the Americana and asked for 1600。 〃Hi； Lucy；〃 he said。 〃Yeah； it's me。 I got your message。。。what？ Hell no； I taught the bastard a lesson he'll never forget。。； what？。。。o； not dead； but he won't be bothering anybody for a while…yeah； I left him out there； I stomped him； then pulled all teeth out。。
Jesus； I thought。 What a terrible thing to lay on somebody a head full of acid。
〃But here's the problem；〃 he was saying。 〃I have to leave here right away。 That bastard cashed a bad check downstairs and gave you as a reference； so they'll be looking for both of you。。。yeah； I know； but you can't judge a book by it's cover； Lucy； some people are just basically rotten。。。anyway； the pie as a reference； so they'll be looking for both of us。 The last thing in the world you want to do is call this hotel again； they'll trace the call and put you straight behind bars。。。no； I'm moving to the Tropicana right away； I'll call you from there when I know my room number。。。yeah； probably two hours； I have to act casual； or they'll capture me too。。。I think I'll probably use a different name； but I'll let you know what it is。。。sure； just as soon as I check in 。 。 。 what？ of course； we'll go to the Circus…Circus and catch the polar bear act； it'll freak you right out 。 。
He was nervously shifting the phone from ear to ear while he talked： 〃No 。 。 。listen； I have to get off； they probably have the phone tapped。。。yeah； I know； it was horrible； but it's all over now。。。 0 MY GOD！ THEY'RE KICKING THEDOOR DOWN！〃 He hurled the phone down and began shout ing： 〃No！ Get away from me！ I'm innocent！ It was Duke！ I swear to God！〃 He kicked the phon against the wall； then leaned down to it and began yelling again： 〃No； I don't know where she is！ I think she went back to Montana。 You'll never catch Lucy！ She's gone！〃 He kicked the receiver again； then picked it up and held it about a foot away from his mouth as he uttered a long； quavering groan。 〃No！ No！ Don't put that thing on me！〃 he screamed。 Then he slammed the phone down。
〃Well；〃 he said quietly。 〃That's that。 She's probably stuffing herself down the incinerator about now。〃 He smiled。 〃Yeah； I think that's the last we'll be hearing from Lucy。〃 I slumped on the bed。 His performance had given me a bad jolt。 For a moment I thought his mind had snapped…that he actually believed he was being attacked by invisible enemies。
But the room was quiet again。 He was back in his chair； watching Mission Impossible and fumbling Idly with the hash pipe。 It was empty。 〃Where's that opium？〃 he asked。
I tossed him the kit…bag。 〃Be careful；〃 I mattered。 〃There's not 'such left。〃 He chuckled；。 〃As your attorney；〃 he said； 〃I advise you not worry。〃 He nodded toward the bathroom。 〃Take a hit out of that little brown bottle in my shaving kit。〃
〃What is it？〃
〃Adrenochrome；〃 he said。 〃You won't need much。 Just a little tiny taste。〃 I got the bottle and dipped the head of a paper match intoit。
〃That's about right；〃 he said。 〃That stuff makes pure mescaline seem like gingerbeer。 You'll go pletely crazy if you take too much。〃 I licked the end of the match。 〃Where'd you get this？〃 I asked。 〃You can't buy it。〃
〃Never mind；〃 he said。 〃It's absolutely pure。〃 I shook my head sadly。 〃Jesus！ What kind of monster client have you picked up this time？ There's only one source for this stuff 。 。
He nodded。
〃The adrenaline glands from a living human body；〃 I said。 〃It's no good if youget it out of a corpse。〃
〃I know；〃 he replied。 〃But the guy didn't have any cash。 He's one of these Satanism freaks。 He offered me human blood…said it would make me higher than I'd ever been in my life；〃 he laughed。 〃I thought he was kidding； so I told him I'd just as soon have an ounce or so of pure adrenochrome…or maybe just a fresh adrenalin gland to chew on。〃 I could already feel the stuff working on me。 The first wave felt like a bination of mescaline and methedrmne。 Maybe I should take a swim； I thought。
〃Yeah；〃 my attorney was saying。 〃They nailed this guy for child molesting； but he swears he didn't do it。 'Why should I fuck with chi Wren？' he says； 'They're too small！〃' He shrugged。 〃Christ； what could I say？ Even a goddamn were wolf is entitled to legal counsel。。。I didn't dare turn the creep down。 He might have picked up a letter opener and gone after my pineal gland。〃
〃Why not？〃 I said。 〃He could probably get Melvin Belli for that。〃 I nodded； barely able to talk now。 My body felt like I'd just been wired into a 220 volt socket。 〃Shit； we should get us some of that stuff。〃 I muttered finally。 〃Just eat a big handful and see what happens。〃
〃Some of what？〃
〃Extract of pineal。〃 He stared at me。 〃Sure；〃 he said。 〃That's a good idea。 One whiff of that shit would turn you into something out of a god damn medical encyclopedia！ Man； your head would swell up like a watermelon； you'd probably gain about a hundred pounds in two hours。。。claws； bleeding warts； then you'd notice about six huge hairy tits swefling up on your back 。。 。〃 He shook his head emphatically。 〃Man； I'll try just about anything； but I'd never in hell touch a pineal gland。 〃Last Christmas somebody gave me a whole Jimson weed…the root must have wqighed two pound； enough for a year…but I ate the whole goddamn thiung in about twenty minutes。〃 The slightest hesitation made me want to grab him by the throat and force him to talk faster。 〃Right！〃 I said eagerly。 〃Jimson weed！ What happened？〃
〃Luckily； I vomited most of it right back up；〃 he said。 〃But even so； I went blind for three days。 Christ I couldn't even walk！ My whole body turned to wax。 I was such a mess that they had to haul me back to the ranch house in a wheelbarrow。。。they said I was trying to talk； but I sounded like a raccoon。〃
〃Fantastic；〃 I said。 But I could barely hear him。 I was so wired that my hands were clawing uncontrollably at the bed spread； jerking it right out from under me while he talked。 My heels were dug into the mattress； with both knees locked 。。。 I could feel my eyeballs swelling； about to pop out of the sockets。
〃Finish the fucking story！〃 I snarled。 〃What happened？ What about the glands？〃 He backed away； keeping an eye on me as he edged across the room。 〃Maybe you need another drink；〃 he said nervously。 〃Jesus； that stuff got right on top of you； didn't it？〃 I tried to smile。 〃Well。。。nothing worse 。。 。 no； this is worse 。。 。〃 It was hard to move my jaws； my tongue felt like burning magnesium。 〃No。。。nothing to worry about；〃 I hissed。 〃Maybe if you could just。。。shove me into the pool； or something。。
〃Goddamnit；〃 he said。 〃You took too much。 You're about to ~plode。 Jesus； look at your face！' I couldn't move。 Total paralysis now。 Every muscle in my was contracted。 I couldn't even move my eyeballs； much turn my head or talk。
〃It won't last long；〃 he said。 〃The first rush is the worst。 ride the bastard out。 If I put you in the pool right now； sink like a goddamn stone。〃 I was sure of it。 Not even my lungs seemed to be functioning。 I needed artificial respiration； but I couldn't open my mouth to say so。 I was going to die。 Just sitting there on the bed； unable to move。。。well at least there's no pain。
Probably； I'll black out in a few seconds； and after that it won't matter。
My attorney had gone back to watching television。 The news was on again。 Nixon's face filled the screen； but his speech was hopelessly garbled。 The only word I could make out was 〃sacrifice。〃 Over and over again： 〃Sacrifice。。。sacrifice 。。。 sacrificeI could hear myself breathing heavily。 My attorney seemed to notice。 〃Just stay relaxed；〃 he said over his shoulder； with out looking at me。 〃Don't try to fight it； or you'll start getting brain bubbles。。。strokes； aneurisms。。。you'll just wither up and die。〃 His hand snaked out to change channels。
It was after midnight when I finally was able to talk and move around。。。but I was still not free of the drug； the voltage had merely been cranked down from 220 to 110。 I was a babbling nervous wreck； flapping around the room like a wild animal； pouring sweat and unable to concentrate on any one thought for more than two or three
