THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XII

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter XII

The din coming from the interior of the party house was deafening. I moved inside, stepping to the left in order to keep my right hand free, and also allow Gularte to be a second target instead of both of us potentially being taken as one. There were about a dozen...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter VIII

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter VIII

I left the compound as I’d come in, feeling about the same. Although the Beach Patrol part of my life with the San Clemente Police Department was unsettled, it was at least predictable and there also seemed to be no inherent danger in working with the personnel, the...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter VII

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter VII

The one thing I’d come to understand about whatever it was I was supposed to be doing for the Western Whitehouse, at first with Haldeman and now no doubt with Mardian, was immediacy. When people in their positions wanted something, they wanted it right now. Physically...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter VI

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter VI

The front hubs on the Bronco had obviously never been turned before. It took all the strength I had in my wrists to slowly move the hubs a hundred and eighty degrees. Finally, they were turned. I got back in the Bronco, backed up, and faced the six-foot-high berm of...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter V

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter V

Chapter V Chief Murray and I stood, looking at the specially equipped and painted Boeing 707, with a big American flag painted brilliantly on the vertical part of its tail, until Kissinger, Haldeman, and Ehrlichman disappeared into its side door. The plane was called...