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AGENT： A bad time？ How's that？
MR。 BARGER： It was all girls then。
AGENT： All girls？
MR。 BARGER： Carrie was on a kick。 She wouldn't take in any but little girls。 Maybe she thought she could control them better than she could a bunch of boys。 So this Ogden and I were the only men in the house for about two or three years。
AGENT： And that was bad for him？
MR。 BARGER： The older girls knew what had happened to him。 They used to tease him something fierce。 He couldn't take it。 He'd blow up every time。 Start yelling and screaming at them。 Of course that was what they wanted； so they just teased him some more。 When this Ogden used to let the girls get his goat； I'd take him aside and talk to him…almost father to son。 I used to tell him not to pay them any mind。 I used to tell him that they were just women and that women were good for only two things。 Fucking and cooking。 That was my attitude before I met my second wife。 Anyway； I think I must have been a great help to that boy。 A great help 。 。 。 Do you know they won't let you fuck in this nursing home？
The other report that Dawson found especially interesting was an interview with Laud Richardson； a first…level clerk in
the Pentagon's Bureau of Security Clearance Investigations。 A Harrison…Bodrei agent had offered Richardson five hundred dollars to pull Salsbury's army security file； study it； and report its contents。
Again； Dawson had bracketed the most relevant passages with a red pen。
RICHARDSON： Whatever research he's doing must be damned important。 They've spent a lot of money covering for the sonofabitch over the past ten years。 And the Pentagon just doesn't do that unless it expects to be repaid in spades some day。
AGENT： Covering for him？ How？
RICHARDSON： He likes to mark up prostitutes。
AGENT： Mark them up？
RICHARDSON： Mostly with his fists。
AGENT： How often does this happen？
RICHARDSON： Once or twice a year。
AGENT： How often does he see prostitutes？
RICHARDSON： He goes whoring the first weekend of every other month。 Regular as you please。 Like he's a robot or something。 You could set your watch by his need。 Usually； he goes into Manhattan； makes the rounds of the leisure and health spas； phones a couple of call girls and has them up to his hotel room。 Now and then one of them es along with the kind of look that sets him off； and he beats the shit out of her。
AGENT： What look is that？
RICHARDSON： Usually blond； but not always。 Usually pale； but not always。 But she is always small。 Five one or five two。 A hundred pounds。 And delicate。 Very delicate features。
AGENT： Why would a girl like that set him off？
RICHARDSON： The Pentagon tried to force him into psychoanalysis。 He went to one session and refused to go the second time。 He did tell the psychiatrist that these frenzies of his were generated by more than the girls' appearance。 They have to be delicate。…but not just in a
physical sense。 They have to seem emotionally vulnerable to him before be gets the urge to pound them senseless。
AGENT： In other words if he thinks the woman is his equal or his superior； she's safe。 But if be feels that he can dominate her…
RICHARDSON： Then she'd better have her Blue Cross paid in full。
AGENT： He hasn't killed any of these women； has he？
RICHARDSON： Not yet。 But he's e close a couple of times。
AGENT： You said someone in the Pentagon covers up for him。
RICHARDSON： Usually someone from our bureau。
AGENT： How？
RICHARDSON： By paying the girl's hospital bills and giving her a lump sum。 The size of the pay…off depends on the extent of her injuries。
AGENT： Is he considered a high security risk？
RICHARDSON： Oh； no。 If be was a closet queen and we found out about it； he'd be classified as a fairly bad risk。 But his hang…ups and vices aren't secret。 They're out in the open。 No one can blackmail him； threaten him with the loss of his job because we already know all of his dirty little secrets。 In fact； whenever he marks up a girl； he has a special number to call； a relay point right in my department。 Someone is at his hotel room within an hour to clean up after him。
AGENT： Nice people you work for。
RICHARDSON： Aren't they？ But I'm surprised that even they put up with this sonofabitch Salsbury。 He's a sick man。 He's a real can of worms all by himself。 They should stick him away in a cell somewhere and just forget all about him。
AGENT： Do you know about his childhood？
RICHARDSON： About his mother and the man who raped him？ It's in the file。
AGENT： It helps to explain why he…
RICHARDSON： You know what？ Even though I can see where his craziness es from； even though I can see that it isn't entirely his fault that he is what he is； I can't dredge up any passion for him。 When I think about all of those girls who ended up in hospitals with their jaws broken and their eyes swollen shut 。 。 。 Listen； did any of those girls feel less pain because Salsbury's evil isn't entirely his own doing？ I'm an old…style liberal when it es to most things。 But this liberal line about passion for the criminal…that's ninety percent horseshit。 You can only spout that kind of garbage if you and your own family have been lucky enough to avoid animals like Salsbury。 If it was up to me； I'd put him on trial for all of those beatings。 Then I'd send him away to a cell somewhere； hundreds of miles from the nearest woman。
Dawson sighed。
He put the reports in the folder and returned the folder to the lower right…hand desk drawer。
O Lord； he thought prayerfully； give me the power to undo what damage he's done in Black River。 If this mistake can be remedied； if the field test can be pleted properly； then I will be able to feed the drug to both Ernst and Ogden。 I'll be able to program them。 I've been making preparations。 You know that。 I'll be able to program them and convert them to Your holy fellowship。 And not just them。 The world。 There will be no more souls for Satan。 Heaven on earth。 That's what it'll be； Lord。 True heaven on earth； all in the shining light of Your love。
2：55 P。M。
Sam read the last line of Salsbury's article； closed the book； and said； 〃Jesus！〃
〃At least now we have some idea of what's happening in Black River；〃 Paul said。
〃All of that crazy stuff about breaking down the ego； primer drugs； code phrases； achieving total control； bringing contentment to the masses through behavioral modification； the benefits of a subliminally directed society。 。 。〃 Somewhat dazed by Salsbury's rhetoric； Jenny shook her head as if that would help her to think more clearly。 〃He sounds like a lunatic。 He's certifiable。〃
〃He's a Nazi；〃 Sam said； 〃in spirit if not in name。 That's a very special breed of lunatic。 A very deadly breed。 And there are literally thousands of people like him； hundreds of thousands who would agree with every word he said about the benefits of a 'subliminally directed society。'〃
Thunder exploded with such violence that it sounded as if the bowl of the sky had cracked in two。 A fierce gust of wind slammed against the house。 The tempo of the rain on the roof and windows picked up to double time。
〃Whatever he is；〃 Paul said； 〃he's done exactly what he said could be done。 He's ma