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Did
pretty
well
,
I
got
to
give
him
that
.
There
was
an
item
in
the
Denver
Post
,
and
of
course
the
bituary
in
that
pissant
little
rag
they
have
down
in
Estes
Park
,
but
that
was
just
about
all
.
Pretty
good
,
considerin
the
reputation
this
place
has
got
.
I
expected
some
reporter
would
dig
it
all
up
again
and
just
sorta
put
Grady
in
it
as
an
excuse
to
rake
over
the
scandals
.
"
"
What
scandals
?
"
Watson
shrugged
.
"
Any
big
hotels
have
got
scandals
,
"
he
said
.
"
Just
like
every
big
hotel
has
got
a
ghost
.
Why
?
Hell
,
people
come
and
go
.
Sometimes
one
of
em
will
pop
off
in
his
room
,
heart
attack
or
stroke
or
something
like
that
.
Hotels
are
superstitious
places
.
No
thirteenth
floor
or
room
thirteen
,
no
mirrors
on
the
back
of
the
door
you
come
in
through
,
stuff
like
that
.
Why
,
we
lost
a
lady
just
this
last
July
.
Ullman
had
to
take
care
of
that
,
and
you
can
bet
your
ass
he
did
.
That
’
s
what
they
pay
him
twenty
-
two
thousand
bucks
a
season
for
,
and
as
much
as
I
dislike
the
little
prick
,
he
earns
it
.
It
’
s
like
some
people
just
come
here
to
throw
up
and
they
hire
a
guy
like
Ullman
to
clean
up
the
messes
.
Here
’
s
this
woman
,
must
be
sixty
fuckin
years
old
-
my
age
!
-
and
her
hair
’
s
dyed
just
as
red
as
a
whore
’
s
stoplight
,
tits
saggin
just
about
down
to
her
belly
button
on
account
of
she
ain
’
t
wearin
no
brassy
-
ear
,
big
varycoarse
veins
all
up
and
down
her
legs
so
they
look
like
a
couple
of
goddam
roadmaps
,
the
jools
drippin
off
her
neck
and
arms
an
hangin
out
her
ears
.
And
she
’
s
got
this
kid
with
her
,
he
can
’
t
be
no
more
than
seventeen
,
with
hair
down
to
his
asshole
and
his
crotch
bulgin
’
like
he
stuffed
it
with
the
funnypages
.
So
they
’
re
here
a
week
,
ten
days
maybe
,
and
every
night
it
’
s
the
same
drill
.
Down
in
the
Colorado
Lounge
from
five
to
seven
,
her
suckin
up
singapore
slings
like
they
’
re
gonna
outlaw
em
tomorrow
and
him
with
just
the
one
bottle
of
Olympia
,
suckin
it
,
makin
it
last
.
And
she
’
d
be
makin
jokes
and
sayin
all
these
witty
things
,
and
every
time
she
said
one
he
’
d
grin
just
like
a
fuckin
ape
,
like
she
had
strings
tied
to
the
corners
of
his
mouth
.
Only
after
a
few
days
you
could
see
it
was
gettin
harder
an
harder
for
him
to
grin
,
and
God
knows
what
he
had
to
think
about
to
get
his
pump
primed
by
bedtime
.
Well
,
they
’
d
go
in
for
dinner
,
him
walkin
and
her
staggerin
,
drunk
as
a
coot
,
you
know
,
and
he
’
d
be
pinchin
the
waitresses
and
grinnin
at
em
when
she
wasn
’
t
lookin
.
Hell
,
we
even
had
bets
on
how
long
he
’
d
last
.
"
Watson
shrugged
.
"
Then
he
comes
down
one
night
around
ten
,
sayin
his
’
wife
’
is
’
indisposed
’
-
which
meant
she
was
passed
out
again
like
every
other
night
they
was
there
-
and
he
’
s
goin
to
get
her
some
stomach
medicine
.
So
off
he
goes
in
the
little
Porsche
they
come
in
,
and
that
’
s
the
last
we
see
of
him
.
Next
morning
she
comes
down
and
tries
to
put
on
this
big
act
,
but
all
day
she
’
s
gettin
paler
an
paler
,
and
Mr
.
Ullman
asks
her
,
sorta
diplomatic
-
like
,
would
she
like
him
to
notify
the
state
cops
,
just
in
case
maybe
he
had
a
little
accident
or
something
.
She
’
s
on
him
like
a
cat
.
No
-
no
-
no
,
he
’
s
a
fine
driver
,
she
isn
’
t
worried
,
everything
’
s
under
control
,
he
’
ll
be
back
for
dinner
.
So
that
afternoon
she
steps
into
the
Colorado
around
three
and
never
has
no
dinner
at
all
.
She
goes
up
to
her
room
around
tenthirty
,
and
that
’
s
the
last
time
anybody
saw
her
alive
.
"
"
What
happened
?
"
"
County
coroner
said
she
took
about
thirty
sleepin
pills
on
top
of
all
the
booze
.
Her
husband
showed
up
the
next
day
,
some
big
-
shot
lawyer
from
New
York
.
He
gave
old
Ullman
four
different
shades
of
holy
hell
.
I
’
ll
sue
this
an
I
’
ll
sue
that
an
when
I
’
m
through
you
won
’
t
even
be
able
to
find
a
clean
pair
of
underwear
,
stuff
like
that
.
But
Ullman
’
s
good
,
the
sucker
.
Ullman
got
him
quieted
down
.
Probably
asked
that
bigshot
how
he
’
d
like
to
see
his
wife
splashed
all
over
the
New
York
papers
:
Wife
of
Prominent
New
York
Blah
Blah
Found
Dead
With
Bellyful
of
Sleeping
Pills
.
After
playing
hide
-
the
-
salami
with
a
kid
young
enough
to
be
her
grandson
.
"
The
state
cops
found
the
Porsche
in
the
back
of
this
allnight
burger
joint
down
in
Lyons
,
and
Ullman
pulled
a
few
strings
to
get
it
released
to
that
lawyer
.
Then
both
of
them
ganged
up
on
old
Archer
Houghton
,
which
is
the
county
coroner
,
and
got
him
to
change
the
verdict
to
accidental
death
.
Heart
attack
.
Now
ole
Archer
’
s
driving
a
Chrysler
.
I
don
’
t
begrudge
him
.
