The Cold Six Thousand - James Ellroy [176]
BR: It fits, Sir. My brother had run up casino debts before, although never to such a large amount.
DIR: Did WHITE RABBIT keep a private file on the dealings of the SCLC?
BR: I don’t know, Sir. He adhered to a need-to-know policy with me on most security matters.
DIR: CRUSADER RABBIT’s proximity to the incident bothers me.
BR: It bothers me as well, Sir.
DIR: Was he being spot-tailed during the time preceding WHITE RABBIT’s binge?
BR: No, Sir. We had already set WHITE RABBIT up to meet him, and I didn’t want complications. Nevada agents had been rotating on and off of him, though.
DIR: CRUSADER RABBIT keeps popping up. He hops from catastrophe to catastrophe with rabbitlike aplomb.
BR: Yes, Sir.
DIR: He appears in Bogalusa. Voila, WILD RABBIT’s friend Charles Rogers disappears. He appears in Las Vegas. Voila, he views the prelude to WHITE RABBIT’s suicide.
BR: You know my distaste for CRUSADER RABBIT, Sir. That said, I should add that he did call and warn you.
DIR: Yes, and I spoke to him yesterday. He told me that he helped WHITE RABBIT outside, and that WHITE RABBIT simply passed out in his car. His story sounded plausible, and the assigned agents have not been able to crack it. They tell me that he did terminate WHITE RABBIT’s casino credit, which further buttresses his credibility.
BR: He may have somehow capitalized on the incident, Sir. I seriously doubt that he provoked it.
DIR: I’m keeping an open mind for the moment. CRUSADER RABBIT is capable of outlandish provocations.
BR: Yes, Sir.
DIR: To digress. Tell me how WILD RABBIT is behaving.
BR: He’s doing well, Sir. He’s building up his Klan unit nicely, chiefly on the basis of FATHER RABBIT’s recruitments. He’s debriefed a number of recruits with mail-fraud information on rival klaverns and paramilitary groups. The Bogalusa incident appears to have chastened him, and he seems to be adhering to his operational parameters.
DIR: WILD RABBIT is an obstreperous bunny who has endured very obvious reprimands.
BR: That’s my assessment, Sir. But I don’t know who the reprimander is, and the Rogers angle eludes me.
DIR: The chain of events is seductive. Rogers kills his parents and disappears. A Negro church explodes 800 miles east.
BR: I only like riddles I can solve, Sir.
DIR: I had the Houston SAC run a passport check. Pete Bondurant and Wayne Tedrow Junior arrived in Houston shortly after Rogers. I think they killed him, but their motive flummoxes me.
BR: Again, Sir. CRUSADER RABBIT and his proximity.
DIR: Yes, an additional vexation.
BR: Sir, do you—
DIR: RED RABBIT will seek to attend WHITE RABBIT’s funeral. Will you allow it?
BR: Yes, Sir.
DIR: May I ask why?
BR: My reason may sound flip, Sir.
DIR: Indulge yourself. Walk on the wild side.
BR: My brother enjoyed RED RABBIT, Sir. He knew him for what he was and liked him anyway. He can come and give a big oration and repeat his “I Have a Dream” speech for all I care. Lyle only made 46, so I’m prone to humor his memory.
DIR: The fraternal bond deconstructed. Bravo, Dwight.
BR: Thank you, Sir.
DIR: Has it occurred to you that CRUSADER and WHITE RABBIT share certain characteristics and a common moral void?
BR: It has, Sir.
DIR: Is your hatred for RED RABBIT escalating?
BR: It is, Sir. It was my hope that we could escalate BLACK RABBIT and recoup our loss.
DIR: In due time. For now I want to wait and assess an adjunct plan.
BR: Covert ops?
DIR: No, a formal shakedown.
BR: Run by field agents?
DIR: No, run by one Pierre Bondurant, known in unpolite circles as “Mr. Extortion” and “The Shakedown King.”
BR: He’s a rough piece of work.
DIR: He’s close to CRUSADER RABBIT.