Free Harvey Porter Does Dallas by James Bennett Page A

admittance at any time sign.
    â€œThis is the stairway to the sixth floor. Sixth floor is strictly off limits.”
    â€œI know. That’s the fun. Remember I told you it was going to be an adventure. What’s an adventure without a little risk? Besides, we’re not going to get caught. I’ve got a plan.”
    â€œWhat plan? This door is locked up.” They were still whispering.
    â€œI can pick the lock. All I need you to do is just watch out down the hallway and warn me if anybody’s coming.”
    â€œCan’t I do it just by standing right beside you?”
    â€œNo there are other hallways You need to move on down, at least twenty feet away from the door.” Carmelita did it, but her back was pressed against the wall.
    Harvey took out the huge paper clip which Weber Weeble had given him. Loaned him. It was such an old-fashioned door lock Harvey picked it clean in ten seconds. He opened it a few inches, just to see if the hinges were noisy; they weren’t. He motioned to Carmelita to come quickly. They entered the staircase and closed the door quietly but firmly behind them. It was real stuffy. The stairs were old wooden ones, bent down in the middle.
    Sixth floor was stuffy as well. There was no air conditioning on this floor. But the many windows made the light pretty strong. All the JFK and Oswald exhibits were still in place, on walls and showroom panels. Even little pieces of paper that had Oswald’s receipt for his mail-order rifle. Harvey said to Carmelita, “I really wish we had more time. I’d love to look at this stuff.”
    â€œWell, we don’t have a lot of time so let’s get the adventure going.”
    â€œIt’s already going,” said Harvey. “Don’t you think it’s cool, you and me up here by ourselves where nobody else can be?”
    Carmelita smiled. “Yeah, Harvey, it’s cool.”
    â€œThey ain’t even gonna open this up to the public for another two months. It’s just you and me, babe.”
    â€œDon’t call me that.”
    â€œIt’s just you and me, and nobody knows it but us.” Harvey led her across to the room’s southeast corner, where a bunch of cardboard boxes were stacked, but not high. Harvey kicked one of them. It was empty. Then he kicked a second one, also empty.
    â€œWhy are you kicking boxes?”
    â€œTo show that they’re only dummy boxes. They’re just put here so the corner can look like it did when Oswald created himself a sniper’s nest.”
    Carmelita whispered, “The sixth floor of the Texas School Depository, and no one knows it but us.”
    â€œNow you’re talkin’. See? It’s already a good adventure.”
    Harvey took her hand and led her to the notorious window where the shots were fired. Harvey rested his butt on the large window sill and looked down at the street, for a long time.”
    â€œWhat are you looking at?”
    â€œYou see the red X on the street? That’s the place where the president got hit.”
    â€œAnybody knows that, at least anybody from Dallas.”
    â€œYeah but it shows you what a chicken-shit Oswald was.”
    â€œHow does it show that?”
    â€œJust look at the X . It can’t be more than 70 feet from where I’m sittin’. Imagine a convertible moving maybe five miles an hour, and him sitting here with a sniper’s rifle that had a scope on it. It’s like shootin’ fish in a barrel. Like how could he miss? I could shoot a rabbit from here just usin’ my own piece.”
    â€œYou’ve got your own piece?” Carmelita answered with a frown.
    â€œYeah. It’s a nine millimeter semi-automatic with a nine-bullet clip.”
    â€œYou better be sure you don’t show it to anyone. You could get in trouble.”
    â€œDon’t worry, it’s in a safe place.”
    â€œOkay, so what does it all prove?”
    â€œIt proves Oswald