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“You’ll understand why the church was so angry with me. They have an unswerving policy that there is no God but their God. There never was D;
“You translated the Angra Om Ya’s bible. No wonder God doesn’t want you whacking his piñata anymore.”
“Certainly the Church doesn’t.”
“It isn’t all bad, Father. I own a video store. Come around sometime. The damned get a discount.”
He gives us one of his exhausted smiles.
“That’s very kind of you. Since leaving the Church, I’ve come to believe that it’s the little, fleeting pleasures like watching videos that mean the most in this life.”
“Amen to that.”
WHEN WE’RE BACK in the car I call the Sentenzas. K.W. answers.
“K.W., it’s Stark. Did Hunter ever tell you where he got his drugs? Maybe give you a name?”
A slight pause.
“It was a girl. Not a girlfriend exactly, but someone he spent time with. Hang on a minute.”
Over the phone comes the sound of things being moved. Furniture scrapes. K.W. curses. Then he’s back on the phone.
“I knew he’d written it down somewhere. Her name is Carolyn. Carolyn McCoy.”
“Is there an address?”
He reads it to me.
“Okay. Thanks. We’ll be in touch.”
I call up the phone’s map app and punch in the address. It’s off the Golden State Freeway in Sun Valley.
Vidocq is in the backseat. I turn to look at him.
“How did you hear about Akira? Did you ever try it?”
He shakes his head.
“No. What Hunter’s father said at the house was wrong. Akira is nothing new. Like all drugs, it goes in and out of favor. I haven’t heard it mentioned for perhaps two years. It sounds as if it’s coming back. I’m a bit surprised.”
“Why?”
“It’s not an easy thino man easyg to fashion. The chemistry must be precise. Even a small mistake and you will not have synthesized Akira, but a very potent neurotoxine. Also, many of the elements are not readily available. Some of the plants and herbs required can only be cultivated in native soil. A mountaintop in China. A rain forest in Brazil. You must find a reliable source of the pure ingredients even to attempt to formulate Akira.”
“How is it you know so much about it?”
“I was once asked to manufacture it. I was offered quite a large sum of money, in fact. I refused, but they asked again. Each time they asked, the amount of money increased, but I still refused.” He turns and looks out the window. “Finally I said yes. Not because I wanted the money, but because I’m a coward, and when they grew insistent, I was afraid to keep saying no.”
“Was it Mater Leeds? I heard that she and her people are big dope suppliers to the Sub Rosa.”
He shakes his head and looks at me.
“No. It was Marshal Wells. The Golden Vigil wanted Akira.”
I frown and look at Vidocq. He nods.
“What would a bunch of Homeland Security Bible-thumpers want with Akira? Were their office parties better than I thought?” I ask.
