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Bucky. Because if they're out there somewhere and
blow the lid off this thing, man, somebody's going to
have to bend over and take the fall, and I for one am
not about to take it in the shorts because the CIA's got
caught again with its pants down."
"Go back? Are you kidding?" said Thom and Dick.
But the problem wasn't going to disappear on its own.
There was no New Left left to blame. Maybe they
could dump it on black radicals, but after Watergate it
would be a ballbuster to come up with a scenario that
the press would buy. No, if it came out, their best bet
was the old standby, a solitary act of an isolated
psychopath. But where would a psychopathic
Svatopluk have gotten all that government property?
Because the computer had said he even had a navy
cook and an army janitor. They ordered another round
of drinks and three hot fudge sundaes and waited for
help.
At last, at midnight the doors swung open and a
man stepped inside. He was as hard-eyed and as bald
as an American eagle. A little pudgy in the pot and
splotchy on the hands and droopy by the jowls, but