![]() blanket and the beach towel and the paper sack of personal belongings. I did this for Eddie's benefit mostly it's almost impossible to get decent prints from a car. I got some Kleenex out of the glove compartment of my Vega, and smudged the steering wheel and doors of the convertible. Hank fumbled with his keys at the door until she rounded the corner at the end of the corridor. Eddie pulled in beside me and cut his lights. Sometimes lovers used the parking lot at night, but because most people knew that the Garden was closed at night, they didn't realize that the parking lot was still available. But the parking lot was outside the fence. The Garden itself was closed at night, and fenced in to keep the hippies from sleeping in the tiny bamboo tearoom. I got rid of the gun, leaving it in the holster, when I passed over the bridge, and a few moments later I was parked in the Japanese Garden parking lot. Taking the car keys to the convertible from Eddie, I left the apartment. And I'll need you behind me to pick me up. If I'm stopped- for any reason- I'm going to leave the car and run like a striped ass ape. Look, Eddie, I said.Drive as close behind me as you can. You can take it off after we leave, Hank. Go inside, I said.I'd better pull the emergency stop on the elevator. We covered her with the beach towel, and I tucked the end under her head. While Eddie and I wedged the girl between the back and front seats on the floor of the convertible, Hank held the fire door open for us. D'you all want to come down in ten minutes? I'll share. I'm going to whomp up a big batch of martinis. I'm beat, she said, looking at Hank.A twelve-hour split shift. The fire door had closed and locked while we loaded him, so Hank started down the sidewalk toward the apartment entrance. After we put him on top of the girl, in the back of the car, and covered him with the G.I. I went down first, carrying the feet, while Hank and Eddie supported him from behind. It was much easier going down the stairs. Eddie, a few feet in front of us, carried the folded army blanket and the sack of stuff. ![]() If someone saw us, it would look-at least from a distance- as if we were supporting a drunk. We each draped an arm over our shoulders, and carried him, with his feet dragging, down the corridor. Hank and I, being so much bigger than Eddie, supported the man in the yellow jump suit between us.
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