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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack - Aftermath
Part: 21 of 30
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   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, several notes.  The following is a sex story.
A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for youngsters
and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my material is
properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial responsibility
for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into their children's
hands.  To charge the government with that responsibility.  Wow !  Don't
get me started.

   All my stories are total fantasy.  They are fiction, made up.  MSU (made
shit up).  I started this effort in several forms before deciding on "The
Chronicles" for a direction.  Yes !  Willy is back !  Kicked some ass and
took some names.  The police become stymied with their investigation.  Same
with the cartel honchos.  Willy and Erin prepare to enter public life. 
Dudley Wilson from "Sport Fucking !" and "More Sport Fucking !" is hired by
Willy.  He brings with him the lovely ladies, Gail and Betty Norbest.

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination...The characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.  Any
public figures mentioned are for background and time line purposes only.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   The Chronicles of

   Willy Tamarack

   Aftermath

   (MF oral)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S.  Constitution

   Chapter Sixty-one

   The police were viewing surveillance video taken from the shopping mall.
The old man appeared just twice.  Once at nine fifty-three entering the
dress shop.  Then on the way out at nine fifty-nine.  He never appeared
again.  Impossible, police thought.

   Further investigation found that several views from the video cameras
were over lapping by as much as fifty percent, leaving huge gaps in video
coverage of the mall.  Detectives went back out to the shopping center and
found that any cameras that might have captured the assasination were
turned away from the cafe in the rear of the shopping mall.  Someone had
planned this very well indeed.  The shopping center, which had been open
since about four p.m., was shut down again as they canvased the area again
for evidence.

   The media was running with the D.E.A.  Operation Trusted Source story
and that was fine with the local police as it kept the press off their
backs as they searched for the killer, who seemed to be a ghost.  No one
had seen the old man outside the mall.  Not coming.  Not going.  No one.

   Mindy Weathers and Anderson Davies were being debriefed separately
downtown.  By then they had their story down pat and, as anyone would, said
they were following Wayne's lead on what they thought was a sanctioned
operation.

   They stayed with the Willy Tamarack aspect of the story but Mindy
admitted that he didn't identify himself that morning on the phone.  She
recognized his voice from a previous contact.  She also let her
interrogater know Wayne mentioned that this Tamarack was recently confined
to a mental institution.  She thought it was in California.  By then they
had Wayne's laptop and were trying to decrypt the files he had in a hidden
folder.  So far no luck with that.

   It was late that evening before Mindy and Anderson were able to get
together to compare notes.  Mindy told Anderson that after having her ass
thoroughly chewed, she was commended for her shooting in the mall.

   "So how'd your interrogation go, Anderson ?"

   "Not that well.  I smelled like a gin joint after last night and all the
running around we did.  No shower this morning.  The fuckers accused me of
drinking on the job.  Told me I'll be going back to Washington to work at
headquarters.  So I told them I was retiring.  Shit !  I can't leave
'Vegas. Come on, Mindy.  The locals would hire you in a minute."

   "I'm too young to retire, Anderson.  So I'm staying in.  They've taken
me out of undercover work.  My punishment.  But they're leaving me here in
'Vegas, baby !" She was excited as she imagined a much worse punishment for
being involved in two big cases that turned out to be busts.  The weed
shipment on the west coast several years ago that they let slip through
their fingers.  And now this ficticious case that no one knows anything
about with a source that nobody has ever heard of.  It's hard to survive an
operation like this again with no bust.  And one that caused so much death.
She remembered the old man telling them that, "...with a little luck, you
may even get me." And Wayne told them he was nuts !  This fucking guy was
not crazy but crazy smart.

   *****

   We slept most of the afternoon, hung over from our celebrating.  A
shower and new clothes for all.  We came out of the guest room about eight.
Wanda was in the kitchen.

   "Well, what do you think, Wanda ?" Erin asked as we trooped into the
kitchen.  Wanda hardly recognized them.  The teenager, well she looked like
an innocent teenager.  And Willy and Erin looked like her parents.  They
all embraced and at eight fifteen the garage door came up and off they
went.

   "Amanda's first driving lesson," Willy told her and laughed.

   The dark blue Camry drove in and out of several subdivisions before
Hollywood and there they turned left.  They continued south for several
blocks before entering another subdivision or two and coming out on Vegas
Valley, heading west.  At Nellis they turned south and continued in that
direction until turning southeast on Boulder Highway.  Amanda was doing
fine.

   It was a little after nine when Amanda backed into the bush garage at
the Villa and turned off the engine.  Erin and I were already inside with
all of our stuff, including everything we used at the Mercado.  It was
stuffed in a plastic garbage bag.  And double bagged.  Aha shit, I bagged
it a third time for good luck.  Twenty minutes later I was casting off in
the sail boat.  The trip only lasted five minutes or so and when I returned
the evidence was on the bottom of Lake Las Vegas, weighed down with the gun
and a couple of good size rocks from the beach.

   Erin was stiring some vegatables on the stove when I entered the
kitchen. The boat and trailer were already stored in the garage.

   "Where's Amanda ?" I asked.

   "Down stairs checking on the plants.  I think you got her hooked,
Willy."

   "She's a quick learner, that's for sure.  When do we eat ?

   "As soon as Amanda gets up stairs." I went to the trap door and called
down to her.  She rushed upstairs and was sitting at the table when I made
the call.  It took four rings before he answered.  It was a new phone.

   "Yea ?"

   "I was out of town with your nephew for a couple of days.  Did he get
home all right ?" I asked.

   "He called this afternoon, safe and sound.  Thanks."

   "Thank you for your help and your friend's help.  Please pass it on."

   "Sure.  See you around."

   "Hope not." I said then laughed and terminated the call.

   *****

   Snake put the phone down.  Casey was still in the office with him. 
Trina left long ago and was down in Carlos' room, sleeping.  Carlos was
out, prowling in town.  It was just a little after nine-thirty.  The
stations had gone back to normal programing following the evening news. 
There wasn't much else to report and the police were witholding very little
that the press didn't already know from the large number of people looking
for their five minutes of fame in front of the camera.

   Until they got a lead on the shooter they were stymied.  Most of the
speculation centered around the "old man." Was he an undercover government
agent ?  Was he a professional hit man linked to the cartels ?  There were
thousands of theories floating around.  And tomorrow was another day !

   "That was Tamarack.  Wanted to know if my nephew got home okay.  Said
they were out of town together.  Told him I'd see him around and he says,
`hope not.'" Snake laughed.

   "Where is he ?" Casey asked.

   Snake wandered over to the glass and looked across the lake.  It was
pitch black.  "I imagine he's over there, tending his plants.  Carlos was
over there the other night and said they've got boxes stacked to the
ceiling all over the place.  You could hardly move around.  Like a very
well stocked hide out is the way Carlos described it.  And his weed is
already growing down stairs."

   Casey came over to the glass and looked across the lake.  "You think
they'll catch him ?"

   "You're only sure he did it because I told you he did.  Look at the
picture again.  Unless one of us rats him out he's never going to get
caught.  And what do we gain by that ?  He kicked a competitor in the balls
for us and is growing super weed for us.  I'm not stupid and neither is
anyone who works for me.  Make sure those rumors go away fast." Snake
walked back to the bar and poured another Jack on the rocks.  He'd been
drinking since ten this morning.  He wanted to go to bed.  The excitement
was over.

   "You're never sure unless you were there, even if you talk with the guy
who did it." Casey mentioned.  "You know that, Snake."

   "Yea, yea...Hey !  You know that fucker sailed over here the other
night. Wants to give me lessons.  Anyway he briefed me on his plan.  And it
went down just like he briefed..." The satellite phone rang.

   Both of them rushed to the desk.  Casey keyed in the code and put it to
his ear.  He listened for a good three minutes before hanging up without
saying a word.

   "That was Carlos.  He's at the office.  He got this from a friend of his
who called him, asking if he'd heard anything.  The cops got word off the
street that this Miguel Passeo was up here with some hit men to do away
with someone.  No one knows who the target was.  The cops think it was a
Mexican thing.  Two cartels shooting it out.  They think the D.E.A.  just
stumbled on to it because of an annonomous call they got this morning. 
Their source convinced them it was a big shipment.  Instead it was an
assasination."

   Chapter Sixty-two

   Early March 2010

   The grow rooms were taking off.  Amanda was becoming very adept at
growing weed so karma was very high in the "Villa." Early indications
pointed to having a bumper crop.  I couldn't be more happy.  So now Erin
and I were ready to venture forth and put down roots in our community.

   In one afternoon we hit the base, the confessional and finally the
Hooter's house.  We called Perry ahead of time, about an hour, I think. 
Mandy wasn't working but the daughter was home.  Hey !  This is business
and security is part of business.  Especially this business !  I knew that
the fight was not over.  Just postponed for a while until they regrouped.
'Vegas was a quality market and my weed would dominate if I could produce
enough.  Their stuff was shit anyway.

   At the base I got a haircut, a flat top and had my beard and mustasche
trimmed.  Then I hit the uniform shop and got fitted for a summer and
winter mess dress.  For rubbing elbows with the rich and famous.  Our new
covers...Real people !!  With real money !!  I was stoked.  So was
Erin.....

   .....We were both real ripped the night the idea came to me.  Amanda was
crashed across the room on an air mattress.  Erin was close to joining her.
"Hey !  Listen up, Erin." I shook her shoulder and she straightened up. 
"Okay...I'm William `Buffalo' Tamarack, Major, United States Air Force,
retired and you're Erin O'Connell, attorney at law.  We're married.  Plenty
of women these days go by their maiden name.  We'll pawn Amanda off as our
niece.  Who cares which of us ?  We gotta make her twenty-one or better for
what we have in mind.  So the age difference works nicely.  What do you
think ?"

   I could tell she liked the idea.  She was laying back on an air mattress
and gazing at the ceiling.  "Well, sleep on it." I tuned off the lights and
went to bed.....

   .....The church was dark in contrast to the March sun outside.  I made
my way with my sunglasses on.  There were only two old ladies waiting to
make their confession.  I sat in the back of the church until they were
finshed and departed.

   I was inside the confessional and kneeling.  The window came open.  I
could see his siloette through the screen.  I spoke Spanish.  "Bless me
father for I have sinned.  It has been a very long time since my last
confession and it was made to you, father.  These are my sins.  I caused
the deaths of five men." The was all.  I was finished.

   The priest knew no more would come.  He was waiting for nothing.  Just
like the last time, a year or so after the explosions in the desert.  "I
caused the death of two men and a woman." And then there was the time he
came back from overseas, the "Far East," he said.  That was the first time
and he couldn't estimate the number of dead he caused.  He was sure of only
one.

   "What do you think your contrition should be this time ?  It appears you
are on a rising arc.  Always there are more.  What was it last time ?  Ten
thousand...No it was twenty.  The first was ten.  What the church needed to
remain open that year."

   "No, father.  I think we should have to eat and drink together.  That
will be both of our contritions.  But until that time.  I'm leaving you
fifty thousand dollars.  Please share it with the archdiocise, Father
Martinez."

   "And what if I refuse to accept your contrition, senor ?"

   "You won't.  These were bad people, father."

   "So God came to you and told you to kill these men, then ?" The priest
wanted to keep the dialog going.  The man had never talked this long.  He
was laughing now.

   "Not likely.  I'll see you soon.  Adios, father."

   I got up and exited the church.  I knew Father Martinez would remain in
the confessional until I was a long way away.  He didn't want to be able to
recognize my face.  He didn't want to know who I was.

   *****

   It was dark when we arrived at the Hooters.  I parked the used panel
truck right in the driveway.  It was a Ford, I think.  Dark blue again with
good acceleration.  Snake did all the work, getting rid of the Camry and
even giving us a choice of three vehicles.  The panel truck won hands down.
You can hide a lot of movements in a panel truck.

   We stood at the door waiting.  Erin was nervous.  This was the first
time we'd been out since the shooting.  Wendy, Mandy's daughter, came to
the door.  Mandy was yelling from another part of the house, "Let'em in,
Wendy."

   She stepped aside and Erin and I entered the house, closing the door
behind us.  She was a darling young lady and I immediately wondered if
Perry was fucking her ?  He insisted that she be here as she was now
distributing on a small scale.  That was fine with me.  I introduced Erin
and myself.  Wendy Collins led us into the front room.

   Mandy rushed out of the kitchen.  "Sorry, Willy, I had to deliver some
product and that fuck-head Perry didn't call but an hour ago."

   "That's cool, Mandy.  I only called him an hour ago.  Thanks for hauling
ass." She was embracing me.  She felt good.  "When's Perry get home ?"

   Mandy Hooter stepped away from Willy Tamarack.  "Eight." He looked so
different.  The flat top haircut, mustasche and beard.  Wow !  And the tan.
Like he'd been sunning himself at the beach.  And Erin, now a brunette. 
Mandy had never seen her when she wasn't some shade of blonde.  Erin also
appeared to have been spending time at the beach.  They both looked
younger.

   "Wendy get some cokes for us.  Sit down.  Sit down.  You two look great.
You sneak away to Mexico without taking Perry and me.  You always promised
us a trip, distributors of the month.  Remember !?"

   Erin laughed.  "I don't think we'll be going to Mexico any time soon."

   "No doubt.  We're plenty happy here, Mandy." I took a sip of coke. 
Wendy sat on the couch next to me.  "Amanda and I will have some new
product for you soon.  Real premium shit and I want it dribbled out.  No
more than a couple of eighths per customer at a time.  Kind of a promotion.
Really mark it up, though."

   Mandy was sitting across the room, nodding her head.  "How much ?" She
asked.

   "Carlos is getting a hundred an eighth on the Strip for your stuff.  Go
a hundred and twenty to start.  How's Carlos working out ?"

   "Great.  Comes by the bar several times a month and I always leave with
a good deal of cash.  But a hundred and twenty !?  That's steep, Willy."

   The noise of the garage door starting to come up interrupted the
conversation.  Three minutes later Perry Hooter walked into his living
room. I got to my feet and embraced him half way across the room.

   "Perry, good to see you, buddy.  Authorties come by yet ?" I whispered
to him.

   Erin was handing him a pipe and Perry took a hit.  "Yea.  In fact it was
the guy who bought the farm at the shopping mall shooting.  I see by your
tan, you missed that.  Haven't heard a word since then.  So you ready to
meet Dudley Wilson ?"

   They were all seated again, discussing not only Dudley Wilson but the
new pricing campaign.  I was explaining it, "...higher the price the more
your people will want it.  Amanda and I are calling it Buffalo Brand.  Sold
only in eighths for a while.  Your people will be saving it for themselves
and just their good friends.  They get some more and they'll cut it into
grams and double their money.  It's very good weed by the looks of it but
still a month or so away."

   Chapter Sixty-three

   It was well after dinner when the door bell rang.  Dudley Wilson went to
answer it.  He looked through the peep hole and found four people standing
on his front porch.  Perry Hooter was flanked by his wife, Mandy, and an
older, gray haired gentleman with a flat-top and beard.  There was another
woman but she was hidden behind the rest.

   Dudley opened the door.  "Perry...Mandy.  How you been ?" They'd seen
each other several times since Dudley, Gail and Betty moved into the
neighborhood.  Perry had nurtured their friendship.  "Come on in."

   Dudley led them all into the den, right off the entry way.  Gail and
Betty were sitting on the couch.  Perry took the lead.

   "Dudley, this is Willy and Erin Tamarack.  I believe, if you give them
the right answers to some questions, they are going to front you an awful
lot of money to set up a quasi-financial institution in town.  Private
banking or something like that.  Willy, Erin meet Dudley Wilson, a wizard
of Wall Street."

   Perry walked across the room to the bar that opened into the kitchen. 
He pulled out a sack of weed and started packing a bowl.

   Dudley was still shaking my hand.  "Mister and Mrs.  Tamarack this is my
fiance and her mother, Gail and Betty Norbest.  Please make yourselves
comfortable.  Betty, could you get everyone something to drink, soft
drinks, maybe ?  Got some beer, anyone ?"

   Perry looked up from packing a bowl.  "Mandy, how about giving Betty a
hand." Mandy followed Betty to the kitchen.  Perry had the pipe going and
brought it over to Gail, who was still sitting on the couch.

   "Perry tells me that you're looking for employment in financial
services." I started.  I was dressed in a sports coat with a shirt and tie.
Erin was wearing a pants suit and looked several years younger than I did
with the dark hair.  My hair was totally gray.

   "Yes, Mister Tamarack.  I've been unemployed since Febuary after
spending eight years working for several companies on Wall Street.  Perry
told me you'd like to have a copy of my resume." Dudley held it out.

   I nodded to Erin and she took the resume.  She appeared to be reading
it. After a few moments she turned her back and dug a hand held device out
of her purse.  She was busy typing on her device.

   "Perry assures me that you are not with the police, Feds, D.E.A.  or any
other government agency.  Will you confirm that for me ?"

   "Of course.  I've never had so much as a parking ticket.  I've been
vetted by some of Wall Street's best.  I've never had any contact with any
government agency."

   "Not that...No bull shit now, Dudley.  Do you work for or have you ever
worked for law enforcement in any fashion ?  Yes or no."

   "No." Dudley answered.

   "And you, young lady ?" Gail was shocked into attention.

   "No...No." she stuttered.

   Erin turned.  Her hair stood out, a deep, dark brunette, that's probably
why she looked younger.  "How would you go about setting up a private bank
for about twenty or thirty L.L.C.s who would be providing quarterly
payments for retirement purposes ?"

   I stepped by them and sat with Gail on the couch.  Perry sat with us. 
Erin fired several more questions after the first and they were all
configurations of private banking scenarios.

   Gail watched the woman grill her fiance.  She smoked with the old man
and Perry.  Her mother was back with Mandy.  The old man drank coke and
flirted with her.  His hand was on her bare thigh most of the time.  Now he
was flirting with her mother.  Gail could imagine an orgy with the seven of
them.

   Now she was sandwiched between Mandy and Perry.  Her mother was off with
Mister Tamarack and her fiance was still being questioned by his wife.  The
pipe was still going around.  Mister Tamarack never missed his turn.

   Tamarack's wife left Dudley and went over to where the old man was
flirting with Betty.  They spoke for just a few moments.  The wife took a
hit off the pipe.  Betty left them and wandered over toward Dudley.  Perry
patted the couch.  She smiled at him but stayed with Dudley.

   Erin was finished with him.  I could tell by the detail she was going
into.  She came across the room.  Her briefing was short.  "Hire him." We
turned and crossed the room.  Erin was at my side when I told them, "Okay,
you pass muster, Mister Wilson, but before we make any offers here, it's
only fair that you know where these funds are going to come from.  They
will be funneled through a miriad of L.L.C.s but the money comes from
reefer.  I grow marijuana, Mister Wilson.  Very high grade marijuana and it
brings in a lot of money.  I want you to manage that money, pay taxes on
it, invest it.  You comfortable with that ?"

   Gail noticed that Perry and Mandy hardly seemed surprised with this
announcement.  Her mother was standing against the wall by the kitchen and
didn't appear too concerned either.  Well, this was Las Vegas !  Gail
looked back at Dudley.  She could tell he was interested.  He looked over
at her.  She just stared back at him.  She knew he was going to go for it
before he started talking.

   "How much money are we talking about initially ?  And then how much
regularly ?  Monthly ?  Quarterly ?" Dudley was still standing in the
middle of the room.  Erin answered him.

   "Two point six to start.  Very irregular installments of about fifty to
seventy thousand, all under the ten thousand limit."

   "What's my percentage ?" Dudley asked.  I answered this one.

   "We won't let you starve but your payout comes with the number of people
we intend to convince to move their money under your management.  My wife
and I know several people in the valley who we're sure will contribute
several times our amount.  Are you sure you're ready for that kind of
challenge, son ?"

   "I know I am, Mister Tamarack." Dudley answered.  I looked at Erin for a
few moments before crossing the room to Dudley with my arm streached out.

   "Welcome aboard, Dudley.  And call me Willy." They were shaking hands.
Gail got up off the couch and Erin was embracing her.  So was Mandy.  Perry
was embracing Betty.  Again Gail couldn't help but imagine them all naked.
Several pipes were making the rounds.  Dudley was asking Willy if they were
smoking his weed ?  Of course they were !

   *****

   Amanda and I were down stairs curing some of the early buds.  I had a
toaster oven set up with about eight racks and some computer fans.  Really
works great for small amounts.  The buds were plump and moist when we cut
them and now were less than half their weight and ready to smoke.  Amanda
carried two of them in a ziplock baggie.  She went straight to the dinning
table.  Erin was waiting.  I lit some candles and incense.  The sun was
starting to set and we had the doors open to the porch that over looked the
lake.  There was sod growing on top of the grow rooms and three swamp
coolers grew up through the sod.  The lake was off in the distance while
the sun went down behind the western mountains.

   The pipe was clean.  I cut off three small corners of the bud and
dropped them into the pipe.  Amanda got the first hit.  She was holding her
breath.  She exhaled.  I let Erin go next and only took a hit after Erin
exhaled.  It was smooth and tasted like good weed.  The high crept up on
you and then plugged you into the electrical grid.  I watched Amanda lean
against the table.

   "Ooooohhhh !  Fuuuuuucckking `A,' man, this is heavy shit !" She was
pushing herself back and looked up to the ceiling.  She snapped her head
down and looked across at me.  "What do you say, Willy ?"

   Erin was squeezing my thigh under the table.  I knew she was stoned.  I
was pleasantly high and then the current ran up my legs.  I reached for
Amanda's hand.  "This is fucking great.  I figure thirty, forty pounds
before we even start on yours.  We got a lot of work ahead of us." I took
another drag off the pipe.

   "Riiiing" The phone spooked me.  We kept them over by the microwave.  I
moved to answer it.  It showed a ficticious number, no doubt.  I'd never
used this phone.  It was totally clean.  It was on ring number four.  I
answered.

   "Hello."

   "Willy, Lance Hamilton, how you doing ?" I didn't answer.  "You caused a
big staff turnover at Camarillo.  Nice job for an old man.  Willy, you
there ?"

   "Yea.  I'm here Lance.  Let's do some waves again some time."

   "From what I hear you won't be going to Mexico any time soon.  As soon
as I heard the story, I knew it was you.  You and Erin are getting pretty
good at this.  Want a job ?"

   "You're joking, I hope." I wasn't interested in the least in working for
Lance's crowd.  An odd job, well okay, maybe !?

   "Of course I am.  Everyone is talking about the hit back here but it
still took me over two months to track you down and all I have is this
number.  You and Erin are getting too good at this.  Where'd you find the
other nun ?"

   "Lot's of nuns out there, Lance.  And being invisible keeps people alive
in the field.  I like being invisible.  I'll keep this phone on for your
use only.  Good enough ?"

   "Thanks, Willy.  Some people may want to use your contacts down south."

   "Not sure I have any connections down there any more."

   *****

   Estaban Rodriquez noticed the humidity as soon as he entered the
concourse.  Nothing like the dry climate of 'Vegas.  He was traveling light
and passed right through baggage check.  The black limo was idling in the
taxi cue.  It was a long drive and quite cool when they arrived in the
mountains.  Marijuana plants dotted the hill sides here and there.  The
check point was manned by four heavily armed men.

   Estaban waited only three minutes in the room before he arrived. 
Estaban stood but was waved to his seat.  "Did you find him ?"

   "No, I did not.  Nor did I find any evidence that he was ever here,
there or any where.  The watcher said it was Willy Tamarack but he'd never
met him.  Just recognized the name.  Could have been anyone.  Maybe even a
D.E.A.  agent, spoofing us."

   The man looked at him across the desk.  "And the phone calls ?"

   "More spoofing.  There is no man with long hair and a hawaiian shirt in
any footage that I was able to view.  The local cops think it was either a
cartel hit or a government job.  In either case an assasination.  They're
not even looking any more."

   "So you think it was a rat fuck by the government ?"

   "How else do you explain it ?  I can't.  Maybe the government has him
hidden away and is sweating him for info ?  He knows a lot of people down
here."

   "Okay...Okay, what about these rumors concerning some new weed that's
being sold in the hotels ?  Is this a spoof too !?  I just know Tamarack's
growing it ?"

   "Some think so but it's just recently.  In very small amounts and at
astronomical prices."

   "Okay.  Keep me posted on this weed.  We sold his woman five hundred
pounds of their own shit.  It won't last forever."

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   "The Chronicles of Willy Tamarack"

   Part Twenty-two
   "The Debrief" 

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