(and therefore a gathering place for spooks), when Roscoe asked himâwith a sly grinâabout the FOIA request that heâd assigned to Dunphy that same afternoon .
âWhich one?â Dunphy asked, not really paying attention. He was scrutinizing a photograph that hung on the wall with other memorabilia, all of it in need of a good dusting. There was a faded banner of the IRAâs, a dartboard with Saddam Husseinâs picture on it, some postcards from Havana (signed Frank & Ruth a), and a Japanese ceremonial sword with what looked like dried blood on it. Some yellowing newspaper headlines ( JFK SENDS ADVISERS TO VIETNAM a) had been glued to the wall beside signed and framed photographs of George Bush, William Colby, and Richard Helms .
But the picture that held Dunphyâs interest was a snapshot of three men standing in a jungle clearing, laughing. On the ground in front of them was the head of an Asian man who looked as if heâd been decapitated. In fact, heâd been buried standing, and though his eyes were glazed, you could see that he was still alive. A typed caption was stapled to the picture: MAC/SOG , it read . 12-25-66âLaos. Merry Xmas!
âThe one about root canals,â Roscoe said .
Dunphy shook his head, still staring at the photo .
âYou donât remember?â Roscoe asked .
Hearing his friendâs incredulity, Dunphy turned to him. âWhat?â
âI was asking you about the FOIA request I sentâabout the root-canal procedures on Naval cadets at Annapolis, 1979 to the present.â
âOh, yeah,â Dunphy replied. âI got that this afternoon. Now, why the fuck would the Agency have anything like that?â he asked. âI mean, whatâs on this guyâs mind?â
Roscoe shrugged. âActually . . . I can probably tell you exactly whatâs on his mind. Heâs one of our most frequent requesters.â
âOkay,â Dunphy said. âSo hit me with it.â
âMind control. Mr. McWillie is obsessed with it. A lot of people are.â
Dunphy cocked his head to the left and raised his eyebrows, âMaybe I missed something, butâI thought we were talking about dentistry.â
âWell, yesâin a sense, we are. The guyâs asking for dental records, but he doesnât have to tell us why. He doesnât have to tell us what he suspects . But after a while, when youâve processed as many requests as I have, you get to know where people are coming from. And judging from the kinds of things that Mr. McWillie has asked for in the past, Iâd say that he thinks that weâre installing miniaturized radio receiversââ
Dunphy almost spewed his beer. âIn peopleâs molars?!â
âYeah.â Roscoe nodded .
â Why , fahchrissake?â
âI donât know. Subliminal messages. Stuff like that. Who knows what Lewis McWillie suspects? I mean, heâs obviously a schizophrenic. Did you happen to catch the return address on his letter?â
âNo,â Dunphy said. âI didnât really look at it.â
âWell, unless heâs moved, the address is â86 Impala, Lot A, Fort Ward Park, Alexandria.â
Dunphy rolled his eyes. âI gotta get out of this job. This is the stupidest fucking job Iâve ever had.â
âMaybe,â Roscoe said. âThen again, maybe not.â
âTrust me. Iâm pretty clear about this.â He paused. âYou know why I joined the Agency?â
Roscoe nodded. âPatriotism.â
Dunphy chuckled. âNo, Roscoe. It wasnât patriotism. âPatriotismâ didnât have anything to do with it.â
âThen . . . what?â
âI joined the Agency because, until then, Iâd wanted to be an historian. And what I found out wasâwhat I learned in college wasâitâs no longer possible to be an historian.â
Roscoe gave him a puzzled look.
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