lready seen what he knew to be a losing war。
The dealers were a diverse group； Kelly saw as he cruised past their sales area。 Their posture told him of their confidence。 They owned the streets at this hour。 There might be petition from one to the other； a nasty Darwinian process that determined who owned what segment of what sidewalk； who had territorial rights in front of this or that broken window； but as with all such petition； things would soon attain some sort of stability； and business would be conducted； because the purpose of the petition was business； after all。
He turned right onto a new street。 The thought evoked a grunt and a thin； ironic smile。 New street？ No； these streets were old ones； so old that ‘good‘ people had left them years ago to move out of the city into greener places； allowing other people； deemed less valuable than themselves； to move in； and then they too had moved away； and the cycle had continued for another few generations until something had gone very badly wrong to create what he saw now in this place。 It had taken an hour or so for him to grasp the fact that there were people here； not just trash…laden sidewalks and criminals。 He saw a woman leading a child by the hand away from a bus stop。 He wondered where they were returning from。 A visit with an aunt？ The public library？ Some place whose attractions were worth the unfortable passage between the bus stop and home； past sights and sounds and people whose very existence could damage that little child。
Kelly‘s back got straighter and his eyes narrower。 He‘d seen that before。 Even in Vietnam； a country at war since before his birth； there were still parents； and children； and； even in war； a desperate quest for something like normality。 Children needed to play some of the time； to be held and loved； protected from the harsher aspects of reality for as long as the courage and talents of their parents could make that possible。 And it was true here； too。 Everywhere there were victims； all innocent to some greater or lesser degree； and the children the most innocent of all。 He could see it there； fifty yards away； as the young mother led her child across the street； short of the corner where a dealer stood； making a transaction。 Kelly slowed his car to allow her safe passage； hoping that the care and love she showed that night would make a difference to her child。 Did the dealers notice her？ Were the ordinary citizens worthy of note at all？ Were they cover？ Potential customers？ Nuisances？ Prey？ And what of the child？ Did they care at all？ Probably not。
‘Shit；‘ he whispered quietly to himself； too detached to show his anger openly。
‘What？‘ Pam asked。 She was sitting quietly； leaning away from the window。
‘Nothing。 Sorry。‘ Kelly shook his head and continued his observation。 He was actually beginning to enjoy himself。 It was like a reconnaissance mission。 Reconnaissance was learning； and learning had always been a passion for Kelly。 Here was something pletely new。 Sure； it was evil； destructive； ugly； but it was also different； which made it exciting。 His hands tingled on the wheel。
The customers were diverse； too。 Some were obviously local； you could tell from their color and shabby clothing。 Some were more addicted than others； and Kelly wondered what that meant。 Were the apparently functional ones the newly enslaved？ Were the shambling ones the veterans of self…destruction； heading irrevocably towards their own deaths？ How could a normal person look at them and not be frightened that it was possible to destroy yourself one dose at a time？ What drove people to do this？ Kelly nearly stopped the car with that thought。 That was something beyond his experience。
Then there were the others； the ones with medium…expensive cars so clean that they had to e from the suburbs； where standards had to be observed。 He pulled past one and gave the driver a quick look。 Even wears a tie！ Loose in the collar to allow for his nervousness in a neighborhood such as this one； using one hand to roll down the window while the other perched at the top of the wheel； his right foot doubtless resting lightly on the gas pedal； ready to jolt the car forward if danger should threaten。 The driver‘s nerves must be on edge； Kelly thought； watching him in the mirror。 He could not be fortable here； but he had e anyway。 Yes； there it was。 Money was passed out the window； and something received for it； and the car moved off as quickly as the traffic…laden street would allow。 On a whim； Kelly followed the Buick for a few blocks； turning right； then left onto a main artery； where the car got into the left lane and stayed there； driving as rapidly as was prudent to get the hell out of this dreary part of the city； but without drawing the unwanted attention of a police officer with a citation book。
Yeah； the police； Kelly thought as he gave up the pursuit。 Where the hell are they？ The law was being violated with all the apparent drama of a block party； but they were nowhere to be seen。 He shook his head as he turned back into the trading area。 The disconnect from his own neighborhood in Indianapolis； merely ten years before； was vast。 How had things changed so rapidly？ How had he missed it？ His time in the Navy； his life on the island； had insulated him from everything。 He was a rube； an innocent； a tourist in his own country。
He looked over at Pam。 She seemed all right； though a little tense。 Those people were dangerous； but not to the two of them。 He‘d been careful to remain invisible； to drive like everyone else； meandering around the few blocks of the ‘business‘ area in an irregular pattern。 He was not blind to the dangers； Kelly told himself。 In searching for patterns of activity； he hadn‘t made any of his own。 If anyone had eyeballed him and his vehicle especially hard； he would have noticed。 And besides； he still had his Colt 。45 between his legs。 However formidable these thugs might appear； they were nothing pared to the North Veitnamese and Vietcong he‘d faced。 They‘d been good。 He‘d been better。 There was danger on these streets； but far less than he had survived already。
Fifty yards away was a dealer dressed in a silk shirt that might have been brown or maroon。 It was hard to tell the color in the poor illumination； but it had to be silk from the way it reflected light。 Probably real silk； Kelly was willing to bet。 There was a flashiness to these vermin。 It wasn‘t enough for them merely to violate the law； was it？ Oh； no； they had to let people know how bold and daring they were。
Dumb； Kelly thought。 Very dumb to draw attention to yourself that way。 When you do dangerous things； you conceal your identity； conceal your very presence； and always leave yourself with at least one route of escape。
‘It‘s amazing they can get away with this；‘ Kelly whispered to himself。
‘Huh？‘ Pam‘s head turned。
‘They‘re so stupid。‘ Kelly waved at the dealer near the corner。 ‘Even if the cops don‘t do anything； what if somebody decides to … I mean； he‘s holding a lot of money； right？‘
‘Probably a thousand； maybe two thousand；‘ Pam replied。
‘So what if somebody tries to rob him？‘
‘It happens； but he‘s carrying a gun； too； and if anyone tries … ‘
‘Oh … the guy in the doorway？‘
‘He‘s the real dealer； Kelly。 Didn‘t you know that？ They guy in the shirt is his lieutenant。 He‘s the guy who does the actual … what do you call it？‘
‘Transaction；‘ Kelly replied dryly； reminding himself that he‘d failed to spot something； knowing that he‘d allowed his pride to overe his caution。 Not a good habit； he told himself。
Pam nodded。 ‘That‘s right。 Watch … watch him now。‘
Sure enough； Kelly saw what he now realized was the full transaction。 Someone in a car … another visitor from the suburbs； Kelly thought … handed over his money （an assumption； since Kelly couldn‘t really see； but surely it wasn‘t a Bank Americard）。 The lieutenant reached inside the shirt and handed something back。 As the car pulled off； the one in the flamboyant shirt moved across the sidewalk； and in shadows that Kelly‘s eyes could not quite perate there was another exchange。
‘Oh； I get it。 The lieutenant holds the drugs and makes the exchange； but he gives the money to his boss。 The boss holds the earnings； but he also has a gun to make sure nothing goes wrong。 They‘re not as dumb as I thought they were。‘
‘They‘re smart enough。‘
Kelly nodded and made a mental note； chastising himself for having made at least two wrong assumptions。 But that‘s why you did reconnaissance； after all。
Let‘s not get too fortable； Kelly； he told himself。 Now you know that there‘s two bad guys up there； one armed and well concealed in that doorway。 He settled in his seat and locked his eyes on the potential threat； watching for patterns of activity。 The one in the doorway would be the real target。 The misnamed ‘lieutenant‘ was just a hireling； maybe an apprentice； undoubtedly expendable； living on crumbs or mission。 The one he could just barely see was the real enemy。 And that fit the time…honored pattern； didn‘t it？ He smiled； remembering a regional political officer for the NVA。 That job had even carried a code name。 ERMINE COAT。 Four days they‘d stalked that bastard； after they‘d positively identified him； just to make sure he was the one； then to learn his habits； and determine the best possible way to punch his ticket。 Kelly would never forget the look on the man‘s face when the bullet entered his chest。 Then their three…mile run to the LZ； while the NVA‘s reaction team headed in the wrong direction because of the misleading pyro…charge he‘d set up。
What if that man in the shadows was his target？ How would he do it？ It was an interesting mental game。 The feeling was surprisingly godlike。 He felt like an eagle； watching； cataloging； but above it all； a predator at the top of the food chain； not hungry now； riding the thermals over them。
He smiled； ignoring the warnings that the bat…experienced part of his brain was beginning to generate。
Hmm。 He hadn‘t seen that car before。 It was a muscle car； a Plymouth Roadrunner； red as a candy apple； half a block away。 There was something odd about the way it …
‘Kelly 。。。‘ Pam suddenly tensed in her seat。
‘What is it？‘ His hand found the 。45 and loosened it in the holster just a millimeter or so； taking fort from the worn wooden grips。 But the fact that he‘d reached for it； and the fact that he‘d felt a sudden need for that fort； were a message that his mind could not ignore。 The cautious part of his brain began to assert itself； his bat instincts began to speak more loudly。 Even that brought a surge of reflective pride。 It‘s so nice； he reflected in the blink of an eye； that I still have it when I need it。
‘I know that car … it‘s …‘
Kelly‘s voice was calm。 ‘Okay； I‘ll get us out of here。 You‘re right； it‘s time to leave。‘ He increased speed； maneuvering left to get past the Roadrunner。 He thought to tell Pam to get down； but that really wasn‘t necessary。 In less than a minute he‘d be gone； and … damn！
It was one of the gentry customers； someone in a black Karmann…Ghia convertible who‘d just made his transaction； and； eager to have this area behind him； shot left from beyond the Roadrunner only to stop suddenly for yet another c