||Here's an excerpt from the first chapter of his most recent book, The Cold Six Thousand.
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Wayne Tedrow Jr.
him to Dallas to kill a nigger pimp named Wendell Durfee. He wasn't sure he could do it.
The Casino Operators Council flew him. They supplied
first-class fare. They tapped their slush fund. They greased him. They fed him six cold.
Nobody said it:
Kill that coon. Do it good. Take our hit fee.
The flight ran smooth. A stew served drinks. She saw his
gun. She played up. She asked dumb questions.
He said he worked Vegas PD. He ran the intel squad. He built
files and logged information.
She loved it. She swooned.
"Hon, what you doin' in Dallas?"
He told her.
A Negro shivved a twenty-one dealer. The dealer lost an eye.
The Negro booked to Big D. She loved it. She brought him highballs. He omitted details.
The dealer provoked the attack. The council issued the
contract-death for ADW Two.
The preflight pep talk. Lieutenant Buddy Fritsch:
"I don't have to tell you what we expect, son. And I
don't have to add that your father expects it, too."
The stew played geisha girl. The stew fluffed her beehive.
"What's your name?"
She whooped. "You just have to be
He looked through her. He doodled. He yawned.
She fawned. She just loooooved his daddy. He flew with her
oodles. She knew he was a Mormon wheel. She'd looove to know more.
Wayne laid out Wayne Senior.
He ran a kitchen-help union. He rigged low pay. He had coin.
He had pull. He pushed right-wing tracts. He hobnobbed with fat cats. He knew J. Edgar
The pilot hit the intercom. Dallas-on time.
The stew fluffed her hair. "I'll bet you're staying at
Wayne cinched his seat belt. "What makes you say
"Well, your daddy told me he always stays there."
"I'm staying there. Nobody consulted me, but that's
where they've got me booked."
The stew hunkered down. Her skirt slid. Her garter belt
"Your daddy told me they've got a nice little
restaurant right there in the hotel, and, well . . ."
The plane hit rough air. Wayne caught it low. He broke a
sweat. He shut his eyes. He saw Wendell Durfee.
The stew touched him. Wayne opened his eyes.
He saw her hickeys. He saw her bad teeth. He smelled her
"You were looking a little scared there, Wayne
"Junior" tore it.
"Leave me alone. I'm not what you want, and I don't
cheat on my wife."
They touched down. Wayne got off first. Wayne stamped blood
back into his legs.
He walked to the terminal. Schoolgirls blocked the gate. One
girl cried. One girl fucked with prayer beads.
He stepped around them. He followed baggage signs. People
walked past him. They looked sucker-punched.
Red eyes. Boo-hoo. Women with Kleenex.
Wayne stopped at baggage claim. Kids whizzed by. They shot
cap pistols. They laughed.
A man walked up - Joe Redneck - tall and fat. He wore a
Stetson. He wore big boots. He wore a mother-of-pearl .45.
"If you're Sergeant Tedrow, I'm Officer Maynard D.
Moore of the Dallas Police Department."
They shook hands. Moore chewed tobacco. Moore wore cheap
cologne. A woman walked by-boo-hoo-hoo-one big red nose.
Wayne said, "What's wrong?"
Moore smiled. "Some kook shot the President."
Most shops closed early. State flags flew low. Some folks flew rebel flags upright.
Moore drove Wayne in. Moore had a plan: Run by the hotel/get
you set in/find us that jigaboo.
John F. Kennedy-dead.
His wife's crush. His stepmom's fixation. JFK got Janice
wet. Janice told Wayne Senior. Janice paid. Janice limped. Janice showed off the welts on
Dead was dead. He couldn't grab it. He fumbled the rebounds.
Moore chewed Red Man. Moore shot juice out his window.
Gunshots overlapped. Joyous shit in the boonies.
Moore said, "Some people ain't so sad."
Wayne shrugged. They passed a billboard-JFK and the UN.
"You sure ain't sayin' much. I got to say that so far,
you ain't the most lively extradition partner I ever had."
A gun went off. Close. Wayne grabbed his holster.
"Whoo! You got a case of the yips, boy!"
Wayne futzed with his necktie. "I just want to get this
Moore ran a red light. "In good time. I don't doubt
that Mr. Durfee'll be sayin' hi to our fallen hero before too long."
Wayne rolled up his window. Wayne trapped in Moore's
Moore said, "I been to Lost Wages quite a few times. In
fact, I owe a big marker at the Dunes this very moment."
Wayne shrugged. They passed a bus bench. A colored girl
"I heard of your daddy, too. I heard he's quite the boy
A truck ran a red. The driver waved a beer and revolver.
"Lots of people know my father. They all tell me they
know him, and it gets old pretty quick."
Moore smiled. "Hey, I think I detect a pulse
Motorcade confetti. A window sign: Big D loves Jack
"I heard about you, too. I heard you got leanings your
daddy don't much care for."
"Let's try nigger lover. Let's try you chauffeur Sonny
Liston around when he comes to Vegas, 'cause the PD's afraid he'll get himself in trouble
with liquor and white women, and you like him, but you don't like the
nice Italian folks who keep your little town clean."
The car hit a pothole. Wayne hit the dash.
Moore stared at Wayne. Wayne stared back. They held the
stare. Moore ran a red. Wayne blinked first.
Moore winked. "We're gonna have big fun this
The lobby was swank. The carpets ran thick. Men snagged their boot heels.
People pointed outside-look look look-the motorcade passed
the hotel. JFK drove by. JFK waved. JFK bought it close by.
People talked. Strangers braced strangers. The men wore
western suits. The women dressed faux-Jackie.
Check-ins swamped the desk. Moore ad-libbed. Moore walked
Wayne to the bar.
SRO-big barside numbers.
A TV sat on a table. A barman goosed the sound. Moore shoved
up to a phone booth. Wayne scoped the TV out.
Folks jabbered. The men wore hats. Everyone wore boots and
high heels. Wayne stood on his toes. Wayne popped over hat brims.
The picture jumped and settled in. Sound static and
confusion. Cops. A thin punk. Words: "Oswald"/"weapon"/"Red
A guy waved a rifle. Newsmen pressed in. A camera panned.
There's the punk. He's showing fear and contusions.
The noise was bad. The smoke was thick. Wayne lost his legs.
A man raised a toast. "Oughta give Oswald a-"
Wayne stood down. A woman jostled him-wet cheeks and runny
Wayne walked to the phone booth. Moore had the door cracked.
He said, "Guy, listen now."
He said, "Wet-nursing some kid on some bullshit
"Bullshit" tore it.
Wayne jabbed Moore. Moore swung around. His pant legs hiked
Fuck-knives in his boot tops. Brass knucks in one sock.
Wayne said, "Wendell Durfee, remember?"
Moore stood up. Moore got magnetized. Wayne tracked his
He caught the TV. He caught a caption. He caught a still
shot: "Slain Officer J. D. Tippit."
Moore stared. Moore trembled. Moore shook.
Wayne said, "Wendell Durf-"
Moore shoved him. Moore ran outside.
The council booked him a biggg suite. A bellboy supplied history. JFK loved the
suite. JFK fucked women there. Ava Gardner blew him on the terrace.
Two sitting rooms. Two bedrooms. Three TVs. Slush funds. Six
cold. Kill that nigger, boy.
Wayne toured the suite. History lives. JFK loved Dallas
He turned the TVs on. He tuned in three channels. He caught
the show three ways. He walked between sets. He nailed the story.
The punk was Lee Harvey Oswald. The punk shot JFK and
Tippit. Tippit worked Dallas PD. DPD was tight-knit. Moore probably knew him.
Oswald was pro-Red. Oswald loved Fidel. Oswald worked at a
schoolbook plant. Oswald clipped the Prez on his lunch break.
DPD had him. Their HQ teemed. Cops. Reporters. Camera hogs
Wayne flopped on a couch. Wayne shut his eyes. Wayne saw
Wendell Durfee. Wayne opened his eyes. Wayne saw Lee Oswald.
He killed the sound. He pulled his wallet pix.
There's his mother - back in Peru, Indiana.
She left Wayne Senior. Late '47. Wayne Senior hit her. He
broke bones sometimes.
She asked Wayne who he loved most. He said, "My
dad." She slapped him. She cried. She apologized.
The slap tore it. He went with Wayne Senior.
He called his mother - May '54 - he called en route to the
Army. She said, "Don't fight in silly wars." She said, "Don't hate like
He cut her off. Binding/permanent/4-ever.
There's his stepmom:
Wayne Senior ditched Wayne's mom. Wayne Senior wooed Janice.
Wayne Senior brought Wayne along. Wayne was thirteen. Wayne was horny. Wayne dug on
Janice Lukens Tedrow made rooms tilt. She played indolent
wife. She played scratch golf. She played A-club tennis.
Wayne Senior feared her spark. She watched Wayne grow up.
She torched reciprocal. She left her doors open. She invited looks. Wayne Senior knew it.
Wayne Senior didn't care.
There's his wife:
Lynette Sproul Tedrow. Perched in his lap. Grad night at
He's shell-shocked. He got his chem degree-BYU/'59 - summa
cum laude. He craved action. He joined Vegas PD. Fuck summa cum laude.
He met Lynette in Little Rock. Fall '57. Central High
desegregates. Rednecks. Colored kids. The Eighty-Second Airborne.
Some white boys prowl. Some white boys snatch a colored
boy's sandwich. Lynette hands him hers. The white boys attack. Corporal Wayne Tedrow Jr.
He beats them down. He spears one fuck. The fuck screams,
Lynette hits on Wayne. She's seventeen. He's twenty-three.
He's got some college.
They fucked on a golf course. Sprinklers doused them. He
told Janice all.
She said, "You and Lynette peaked early. And you
probably liked the fight as much as the sex."
Janice knew him. Janice had the home-court advantage.
Wayne looked out a window. TV crews roamed. News vans
double-parked. He walked through the suite. He turned off the TVs. Three Oswalds vanished.
He pulled his file. All carbons: LVPD/Dallas County
Durfee, Wendell (NMI). Male Negro/DOB 6-6-27/Clark County,
Pander beefs-3/44 up. "Well-known dice-game
habitue." No busts outside Vegas and Dallas.
"Known to drive Cadillacs."
"Known to wear flamboyant attire."
"Known to have fathered 13 children out of
"Known to pander Negro women, white women, male
homosexuals & Mexican transvestites."
Twenty-two pimp busts. Fourteen convictions. Nine
child-support liens. Five bail jumps.
Cop notes: Wendell's smart/Wendell's dumb/Wendell cut that
cat at Binion's.
The cat was mobbed up. The cat shanked Wendell first. The
council set policy. The LVPD enforced it.
"Known Dallas County Associates":
Marvin Duquesne Settle/male Negro/Texas State custody.
Fenton "Duke" Price/male Negro/Texas State
Alfonzo John Jefferson/male Negro/4219 Wilmington Road,
Dallas 8, Tex. "Gambling partner of Wendell Durfee."
County Probation: (Stat. 92.04 Tex. St. Code)
9/14/60-9/14/65. Employed: Dr Pepper Bottling Plant. Note: "Subject to make fine
payments for term of probation, i.e.: every 3rd Friday (Dr Pepper payday) County Prob
Donnell George Lundy/male Negro/Texas State custody.
Manuel "Bobo" Herrara/male Mexican/Texas State
The phone rang. Wayne grabbed it.
"It's me, son. Your new best buddy."
Wayne grabbed his holster. "Where are you?"
"Right now I'm noplace worth bein'. But you meet me at
"The Carousel Club. You be there, and we'll find us
Wayne hung up. Wayne got butterflies.
Wendell, I don't want to kill you.