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The neighborhoods were so。。。 sad； he thought。 Shabby storefronts of what had been mom…and…pop grocery stores； probably run out of business by supermarkets which had themselves been wrecked in the ‘68 rioting； opening a hole in the economic fabric of the area； but one not yet filled。 The cracked cement of the sidewalks was littered with all manner of debris。 Were there people who lived here？ Who were they？ What did they do？ What were their dreams？ Surely not all could be criminals。 Did they hide at night？ And if then； what about the daylight？ Kelly had learned it in Asia： give the enemy one part of the day and he would secure it for himself； and then expand it； for the day had twenty…four hours； and he would want them all for himself and his activities。 No； you couldn‘t give the other side anything； not a time； not a place； nothing that they could reliably use。 That‘s how people lost a war； and there was a war going on here。 And the winners were not the forces of good。 That realization struck him hard。 Kelly had already seen what he knew to be a losing war。
The dealers were a diverse group； Kelly saw as he cruised past their sales area。 Their posture told him of their confidence。 They owned the streets at this hour。 There might be petition from one to the other； a nasty Darwinian process that determined who owned what segment of what sidewalk； who had territorial rights in front of this or that broken window； but as with all such petition； things would soon attain some sort of stability； and business would be conducted； because the purpose of the petition was business； after all。
He turned right onto a new street。 The thought evoked a grunt and a thin； ironic smile。 New street？ No； these streets were old ones； so old that ‘good‘ people had left them years ago to move out of the city into greener places； allowing other people； deemed less valuable than themselves； to move in； and then they too had moved away； and the cycle had continued for another few generations until something had gone very badly wrong to create what he saw now in this place。 It had taken an hour or so for him to grasp the fact that there were people here； not just trash…laden sidewalks and criminals。 He saw a woman leading a child by the hand away from a bus stop。 He wondered where they were returning from。 A visit with an aunt？ The public library？ Some place whose attractions were worth the unfortable passage between the bus stop and home； past sights and sounds and people whose very existence could damage that little child。
Kelly‘s back got straighter and his eyes narrower。 He‘d seen that before。 Even in Vietnam； a country at war since before his birth； there were still parents； and children； and； even in war； a desperate quest for something like normality。 Children needed to play some of the time； to be held and loved； protected from the harsher aspects of reality for as long as the courage and talents of their parents could make that possible。 And it was true here； too。 Everywhere there were victims； all innocent to some greater or lesser degree； and the children the most innocent of all。 He could see it there； fifty yards away； as the young mother led her child across the street； short of the corner where a dealer stood； making a transaction。 Kelly slowed his car to allow her safe passage； hoping that the care and love she showed that night would make a difference to her child。 Did the dealers notice her？ Were the ordinary citizens worthy of note at all？ Were they cover？ Potential customers？ Nuisances？ Prey？ And what of the child？ Did they care at all？ Probably not。
‘Shit；‘ he whispered quietly to himself； too detached to show his anger openly。
‘What？‘ Pam asked。 She was sitting quietly； leaning away from the window。
‘Nothing。 Sorry。‘ Kelly shook his head and continued his observation。 He was actually beginning to enjoy himself。 It was like a reconnaissance mission。 Reconnaissance was learning； and learning had always been a passion for Kelly。 Here was something pletely new。 Sure； it was evil； destructive； ugly； but it was also different； which made it exciting。 His hands tingled on the wheel。
The customers were diverse； too。 Some were obviously local； you could tell from their color and shabby clothing。 Some were more addicted than others； and Kelly wondered what that meant。 Were the apparently functional ones the newly enslaved？ Were the shambling ones the veterans of self…destruction； heading irrevocably towards their own deaths？ How could a normal person look at them and not be frightened that it was possible to destroy yourself one dose at a time？ What drove people to do this？ Kelly nearly stopped the car with that thought。 That was something beyond his experience。
Then there were the others； the ones with medium…expensive cars so clean that they had to e from the suburbs； where standards had to be observed。 He pulled past one and gave the driver a quick look。 Even wears a tie！ Loose in the collar to allow for his nervousness in a neighborhood such as this one； using one hand to roll down the window while the other perched at the top of the wheel； his right foot doubtless resting lightly on the gas pedal； ready to jolt the car forward if danger should threaten。 The driver‘s nerves must be on edge； Kelly thought； watching him in the mirror。 He could not be fortable here； but he had e anyway。 Yes； there it was。 Money was passed out the window； and something received for it； and the car moved off as quickly as the traffic…laden street would allow。 On a whim； Kelly followed the Buick for a few blocks； turning right； then left onto a main artery； where the car got into the left lane and stayed there； driving as rapidly as was prudent to get the hell out of this dreary part of the city； but without drawing the unwanted attention of a police officer with a citation book。
Yeah； the police； Kelly thought as he gave up the pursuit。 Where the hell are they？ The law was being violated with all the apparent drama of a block party； but they were nowhere to be seen。 He shook his head as he turned back into the trading area。 The disconnect from his own neighborhood in Indianapolis； merely ten years before； was vast。 How had things changed so