The Anderson Tapes by Lawrence Sanders Page A
Authors: Lawrence Sanders
Tags: Fiction, Suspense, Mystery & Detective, Mystery, Mystery Fiction, Police, Police Procedural, Large Type Books, New York, New York (State), New York (N.Y.), Men's Adventure, Delaney, Edward X. (Fictitious Character)
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INGRID: Do not be nasty, Duke. It is not like you.
ANDERSON: Then start. Jesus, I need it. I’ve got to get out.
INGRID: Getting out—that is so important to you?
ANDERSON: I need it. I’m hooked. Slowly… .
INGRID: Of course. No … I told you, don’t close your eyes. Look at me.
ANDERSON: Yes. All right.
INGRID: You know, I think I shall write a book. Relax your muscles, S chatzie ; you are too tense.
ANDERSON: All right … yes. Is that better?
INGRID: Much. See … isn’t that better?
ANDERSON: Oh, God, yes. Yes. A book about what?
INGRID: About pain and about crime. You know, I think criminals—
most criminals—do what they do so that they may cause pain to someone. Also, so that they may be caught and be punished. To cause pain and to feel pain. That is why they lie, cheat, steal, and kill.
ANDERSON: Yes… .
INGRID: Look … I will tie my long, black hair about you. I will pull it tight and knot it … like so. There. How funny you look … like a strange Christmas package, a gift… .
ANDERSON: It’s starting. I can feel it… .
INGRID: You are getting out?
ANDERSON: Slowly. You may be right. I don’t know about those things. But it makes sense. When I was inside I met a guy who drew a minimum of thirty. He would have gotten eight to ten, but he hurt the people he robbed. He didn’t have to. They gave him everything he wanted. They didn’t yell. But he hurt them bad. And then he left his prints all over the place INGRID: Yes, that is understandable. You are tensing up again, Schatzie . Relax. Yes, that is better. And now… .
ANDERSON: Oh, God, Ingrid, please … please don’t… .
INGRID: First you beg me to start, and then you beg me to stop. But I must help you to get out. Is that not so, Duke?
ANDERSON: You are the only one who can do it … the only one… .
INGRID: So… . Now, bite down hard and try not to scream. There …
and there …
ANDERSON: Your teeth … I can’t … please, I … oh God …
INGRID: Just a little more. You are getting out … I can see it in your eyes. Just a little more. And now … so … so… . Oh, you are getting out now, Duke … are you not? Yes, now you have escaped. But not me, Duke … not me… .
Chapter 21
Starting on 12 April, 1968, a number of letters—obviously written by a mentally deranged person—were received threatening the personal safety of the President of the United States, Justices of the Supreme Court of the United States, and certain U.S. Senators. Incredibly, the unsigned letters were typed on stationery of the Excalibur Arms Hotel, 14896 Broadway, New York, New York.
On 19 April, 1968, with the cooperation of the owners of record, the U.S. Secret Service established electronic surveillance of the premises. A master tap was placed on the main telephone line coming into the building. In addition, several rooms and suites were equipped with bugs to record interior conversations. All these devices fed into an Emplex 47-83B voice-actuated tape recorder connected to a backup Emplex 47-82B-1 in case two conversations came in simultaneously. These machines were emplaced in the basement of the Excalibur Arms.
The following tape, coded USSS-VS-901KD-432, is dated 5 June, 1968. It was recorded from Room 432. The two men present, John Anderson and Thomas Haskins, have been identified by voice prints and interior evidence.
[Knock on door.]
ANDERSON: Who is it?
HASKINS: Me … Tommy.
ANDERSON: Come on in. Everything look all right downstairs?
HASKINS: Clear. What a filthy fleabag, darling.
ANDERSON: I just took the room for our meet. I’m not going to sleep here. Sit down over here. I have some brandy.
HASKINS: Thanks, no. But I do believe I’ll have a joint. Join me?
ANDERSON: I’ll stick to brandy. How did you make out?
HASKINS: Very well, I think. I hit two days ago. Snapper will hit tomorrow.
ANDERSON: Any beef?
HASKINS: A little difficulty. Nothing important. We handled it.
ANDERSON: Get much?
HASKINS:
INGRID: Do not be nasty, Duke. It is not like you.
ANDERSON: Then start. Jesus, I need it. I’ve got to get out.
INGRID: Getting out—that is so important to you?
ANDERSON: I need it. I’m hooked. Slowly… .
INGRID: Of course. No … I told you, don’t close your eyes. Look at me.
ANDERSON: Yes. All right.
INGRID: You know, I think I shall write a book. Relax your muscles, S chatzie ; you are too tense.
ANDERSON: All right … yes. Is that better?
INGRID: Much. See … isn’t that better?
ANDERSON: Oh, God, yes. Yes. A book about what?
INGRID: About pain and about crime. You know, I think criminals—
most criminals—do what they do so that they may cause pain to someone. Also, so that they may be caught and be punished. To cause pain and to feel pain. That is why they lie, cheat, steal, and kill.
ANDERSON: Yes… .
INGRID: Look … I will tie my long, black hair about you. I will pull it tight and knot it … like so. There. How funny you look … like a strange Christmas package, a gift… .
ANDERSON: It’s starting. I can feel it… .
INGRID: You are getting out?
ANDERSON: Slowly. You may be right. I don’t know about those things. But it makes sense. When I was inside I met a guy who drew a minimum of thirty. He would have gotten eight to ten, but he hurt the people he robbed. He didn’t have to. They gave him everything he wanted. They didn’t yell. But he hurt them bad. And then he left his prints all over the place INGRID: Yes, that is understandable. You are tensing up again, Schatzie . Relax. Yes, that is better. And now… .
ANDERSON: Oh, God, Ingrid, please … please don’t… .
INGRID: First you beg me to start, and then you beg me to stop. But I must help you to get out. Is that not so, Duke?
ANDERSON: You are the only one who can do it … the only one… .
INGRID: So… . Now, bite down hard and try not to scream. There …
and there …
ANDERSON: Your teeth … I can’t … please, I … oh God …
INGRID: Just a little more. You are getting out … I can see it in your eyes. Just a little more. And now … so … so… . Oh, you are getting out now, Duke … are you not? Yes, now you have escaped. But not me, Duke … not me… .
Chapter 21
Starting on 12 April, 1968, a number of letters—obviously written by a mentally deranged person—were received threatening the personal safety of the President of the United States, Justices of the Supreme Court of the United States, and certain U.S. Senators. Incredibly, the unsigned letters were typed on stationery of the Excalibur Arms Hotel, 14896 Broadway, New York, New York.
On 19 April, 1968, with the cooperation of the owners of record, the U.S. Secret Service established electronic surveillance of the premises. A master tap was placed on the main telephone line coming into the building. In addition, several rooms and suites were equipped with bugs to record interior conversations. All these devices fed into an Emplex 47-83B voice-actuated tape recorder connected to a backup Emplex 47-82B-1 in case two conversations came in simultaneously. These machines were emplaced in the basement of the Excalibur Arms.
The following tape, coded USSS-VS-901KD-432, is dated 5 June, 1968. It was recorded from Room 432. The two men present, John Anderson and Thomas Haskins, have been identified by voice prints and interior evidence.
[Knock on door.]
ANDERSON: Who is it?
HASKINS: Me … Tommy.
ANDERSON: Come on in. Everything look all right downstairs?
HASKINS: Clear. What a filthy fleabag, darling.
ANDERSON: I just took the room for our meet. I’m not going to sleep here. Sit down over here. I have some brandy.
HASKINS: Thanks, no. But I do believe I’ll have a joint. Join me?
ANDERSON: I’ll stick to brandy. How did you make out?
HASKINS: Very well, I think. I hit two days ago. Snapper will hit tomorrow.
ANDERSON: Any beef?
HASKINS: A little difficulty. Nothing important. We handled it.
ANDERSON: Get much?
HASKINS:
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