Robert Ludlum's The Hades Factor

7:14 P.M., Friday, October 10 Boston, Massachusetts Mario Dublin stumbled along the busy downtown street, a dollar bill clutched in his shaking hand. With the intense purpose of a man who knew exactly where he was going, the homeless derelict swayed as he walked and slapped at his head with the hand that was not clutching the dollar. He reeled inside a cut-rate drug store with discount signs plastered across both front windows. Shaking, he shoved the dollar across the counter to the clerk. "Advil. Aspirin kills my stomach. I needs Advil." The clerk curled his lip at the unshaven man in the ragged remnants of an army uniform. Still, business was business. He reached back to a shelf of analgesics and held out the smallest box of Advil. "You'd better have three more dollars to go with that one." Dublin dropped the single bill onto the counter and reached for the box. The clerk pulled it back. "You heard me, buddy. Three more bucks. No ticky, no shirty." "On'y got a dollar. . . my head's breakin' open." With amazing speed, Dublin lurched across the counter and grabbed the small box. The clerk tried to pull it back, but Dublin hung on. They struggled, knocking over a jar of candy bars and crashing a display of vitamins to the floor. "Let it go, Eddie!" the pharmacist shouted from the rear. He reached for the telephone. "Let him have it!" As the pharmacist dialed, the clerk let go. Frantic, Dublin tore at the sealed cardboard, fumbled with the safety cap, and dumped the tablets into his hand. Some flew across the floor. He shoved the tablets into his mouth, choked as he tried to swallow all at once, and slumped to the floor, weak from pain. He pressed the heels of his hands to his temples and sobbed. Moments latter a patrol car pulled up outside the shop. The pharmacist waved the policemen to come inside. He pointed to Mario Dublin curled up on the floor, and shouted, "Get that stinking bum out of here! Look what he did to my place. I intend to press charges of assault and robbery!" The policemen pulled out their nightsticks. They noted the minor damage and the strewn pills, but they smelled alcohol, too. The younger one heaved Dublin up to his feet. "Okay, Mario, let's take a ride." The second patrolman took Dublin's other arm. They walked the unresisting drunk out to their patrol car. But as the second officer opened the door, the younger one pushed down on Dublin's head to guide him inside. Dublin screamed and lashed out, twisting away from the hand on his throbbing head. "Grab him, Manny!" the younger cop yelled. Manny tried to grip Dublin, but the drunk wrenched free. The younger cop tackled him. The older one swung his nightstick and knocked Dublin down. Dublin screamed. His body shook, and he rolled on the pavement. The two policemen blanched and stared at each other. Manny protested, "I didn't hit him that hard." The younger bent to help Dublin up. "Jesus. He's burning up!" "Get him in the car!" They picked up the gasping Dublin and dumped him onto the car's rear seat. Manny raced the squad car, its siren wailing, through the night streets. As soon as he screeched to a stop at the emergency room, Manny flung open his door and tore inside the hospital, shouting for help. The other officer sprinted around the car to open Dublin's door. When the doctors and nurses arrived with a gurney, the younger cop seemed paralyzed, staring into the car's rear where Mario Dublin lay unconscious in bloLudlum, Robert is the author of 'Robert Ludlum's The Hades Factor' with ISBN 9780312264376 and ISBN 0312264372.