A few weeks before Billys parole, Kathy had moved back home to Lancaster, returning to her old job at Anchor Hocking. The only thing that made the job tolerable was her new friend, Bev Thomas. They worked together in the select-and-pack department, examining glassware as it moved along the Belt, talking above the roar of glass-firing burners and air blowers. When Kathy quit Anchor Hocking to begin college at Ohio University in Athens, the two girls kept up their friendship.

Bev was an attractive young divorcee about Billys age, with brownish-blond hair and green eyes. Kathy found Bev independent, tolerant and blunt. Bev was interested in psychology; she said she tried to understand the meanness in people and what in their backgrounds caused them to act the way they did.

Kathy told her how her own familyespecially Billyhad suffered from Chalmers violence. She invited Bev to her mothers house, showed her Billys paintings and told her about the crimes that had sent him to prison. Bev said shed like to meet him.

Kathy arranged for Billy to go for a drive with them soon after his return home. In the late afternoon, Bev pulled up in front of the Spring Street house in her white Mercury Montego, and Kathy called to Billy, who was working on his VW. She introduced them, but Billy just nodded and turned back to what he was doing.

Cmon, Billy, Kathy said. You promised wed go for a drive.

He looked at Bev, then at the VW and shook his head. Oh, I say, I dont really feel confident enough to get behind the wheel. Not quite yet.

Kathy laughed. Hes in his British mood, she told Bev. Oh, I do say, really.

He glared at the two of them with a haughty look, and Kathy was annoyed. She didnt want Bev to think her brother was a phony.

Cmon, Kathy insisted. You cant clown your way out of keeping your promise. Two years without driving isnt that long. Itll come back to you. If youre afraid to drive, I will.

Or we can take my car, Bev suggested.

Ill drive, he said finally, and stepped around to the passenger side of the VW, holding the door open for them.

At least, Kathy said, you didnt forget your manners in prison.

Kathy got in back and Bev slipped into the front. Billy walked around, got behind the wheel and started the car. He let out the clutch too quickly; the VW lurched forward and pulled out onto the wrong side of the street.

Maybe I should drive, Kathy said.

He said nothing, but hunched over the wheel as he pulled back to the right and drove very slowly. After several minutes of driving in silence, he pulled into a service station.

I do believe I need some petrol, he said to the attendant.

Is he all right? Bev whispered.

Hell be okay, Kathy said. He gets this way every so often. Hell snap out of it.

As they watched, his lips moved silently. Then he looked around, quickly taking in his surroundings. Seeing Kathy in the back of the VW, he nodded and smiled.

Hi, he said. Beautiful day for a drive.

Where are we going? Kathy asked as he pulled out and drove smoothly and with sudden confidence.

I want to see Clear Creek, he said. I dreamed about it so many times during the past two years in . . . in . .

Bev knows, Kathy said. I explained to her all about what you did.

He looked at Bev thoughtfully. Not too many people wouid go around driving with an ex-convict just out on parole.

Kathy saw Bev looking him straight in the eye. I dont judge people that way, Bev replied, just as I dont expect to be judged.

In the rear-view mirror, Kathy saw Billys eyebrows go up and his lips purse. She could tell that Bevs remark impressed him.

He drove to Clear Creek, where hed gone camping so often, and gazed at it as if taking in the view for the first time. Kathy watched the water glinting in the sunlight through the trees, and she understood why he loved the place.

Ive got to paint this again, he said. But Ill do it different now. I want to see all the places I knew, and do them over.

It hasnt changed, Bev said.

But I have.

After they had driven around the area for two hours, Bev invited them to her mobile home for dinner later that evening. They drove back to Spring Street so that she could pick up her car, and she gave them directions to the Morrison Trailer Court.

Kathy was pleased that Billy wore his new pin-striped suit to dinner. He looked handsome and dignified when he dressed up, trimmed his mustache and brushed his hair back. At the trailer Bev introduced Billy to her childrenfive-year-old Brian and six-year-old Michelleand he turned his attention to them immediately, setting one on each knee, telling them jokes, pretending to be a little child himself.

After she fed the children and put them to bed, Bev told him, You have a way with children. Michelle and Brian took to you right away.

I love kids, he said. And yours are particularly delightful.

Kathy smiled, pleased to see that Billy was in his charming mood.

Ive invited another friend for dinner, Bev said. Steve Love lives in the trailer court, too, but hes separated from his wife. Were best pals. I thought youd like to meet him. Hes a couple of years younger than Billy, half Cherokee, a real nice guy.

When Steve Love came in a short while later, Kathy was struck by his handsome dark complexion, bushy black hair, mustache and the darkest blue eyes shed ever seen. He was taller than Billy.

During dinner Kathy sensed that Billy liked both Bev and Steve. When Bev asked him about life in Lebanon, he told them about Dr. Steinberg and Mr. Reinert, and how being able to paint had finally made prison endurable. After dinner he told about some of the things that had gotten him into trouble, and Kathy had the feeling he was boasting. Suddenly Billy jumped up and said, Lets go for a drive.

At this hour? Kathy said. Its after midnight.

Great idea, Steve said.

I'll get my neighbors niece to baby-sit, Bev said. She sits for me at any hour.

Wherell we go? Kathy asked.

Lets find a playground somewhere, Billy said. I feel like swinging on a swing.

After the baby-sitter arrived, they crowded into the VW, Kathy and Steve Love in the back, Bev beside Billy in the front.

They drove to a small schoolhouse playground. At two in the morning, they played tag and swung on the swings. Kathy was glad Billy was having such a good time. It was important for him to have new friends so he wouldnt become involved with the people hed been associating with before he went to prison. That was one of the things his parole officer had tried to impress upon the family.

At four in the morning, after they dropped Bev and Steve back at the trailer court, Kathy asked Billy what he thought of the evening.

Real nice guys, Billy said. I feel Ive made some friends. She squeezed his arm.

And those kids, he said. I just love those kids.

Youll make a good father someday, Billy.

He shook his head. Thats physically impossible.

Marlene sensed a change in Billy. He was a different person now, she thought, with a hardened attitude; he seemed to draw away from her, as if wanting to avoid her. That hurt, because all the time he had been in Lebanon, she had never gone out with anyone else, dedicating herself to him alone.

One evening a week after his release, he came by to pick her up after work. He seemed himself again, soft-spoken and politethe way she liked himand she was glad. They drove out to Clear Creek, one of their favorite drives, and then back to Spring Street. Dorothy and Del were out, and they went to his room. It was the first time they had been really alone, without arguing, since his return, the first time there had been a chance to hold each other. It had been so long that she was frightened.

He must have felt her fear, because he pulled away.

Whats the matter, Billy?

Whats the matter with you?

Im scared, she said. Thats all.

What about?

Its been over two years since weve been together.

He got out of bed and dressed. Well, he grumbled, that really turns me off

The break came suddenly.

Billy surprised Marlene when he came by the store one afternoon, asking her to drive down to Athens and spend the night there with him. Theyd pick up Kathy from school the next morning and drive back to Lancaster.

Marlene said she didnt feel like going.

Ill call you later, he said, to see if youve changed your mind.

But he didnt call. And a few days later, she learned that Bev Thomas had made the trip with him.

Furious, Marlene called him and told him she wasnt going to go on like this. We might as well forget it, she said. Theres nothing there.

He agreed with her. Something might happen and Im afraid you might be hurt. I dont want to see you hurt again. She knew that now she had to take him at his word, and she felt the pain of breaking with someone shed waited for, more than two years.

All right, she said. Lets end it.

What bothered Del Moore most about Billy was the lying. The boy would do stupid or crazy things and then lie to avoid the repercussions. Dr. Steinberg had told him not to let Billy get away with the lies anymore.

Del told Dorothy, Hey, hes not that dull-witted. Hes too bright to pull things that dumb.

All he would get from Dorothy was the same answer: Well, thats not my Bill. Thats the other Bill.

It seemed to Del that Billy had no skills or aptitude of any kind except painting. And he never took advice or listened to instructions. Del said, Billy would listen to a total stranger before he would listen to someone who had his well-being at heart.

When Del asked him who the people were that gave him information or advice, Billy would always say, Some guy I know told me. Never a name or explanation who they were or where hed met them.

It irritated Del that Billy often would not even bother to respond to simple questions, preferring to silently leave the room or turn his back. Del also grew angry with Billys fears and phobias. He knew, for instance, that Billy was terrified of gunseven though the boy knew nothing at all about them. As far as Del was concerned, Billy knew nothing about anything.

But there was one thing about Billy he could never explain. Del knew he was much stronger than Billy; time and again they would arm-wrestle, and there was just no question in his mind that Billy was no match for him. But one evening when Del challenged him to an arm-wrestling match, he was astonished when Billy put him down.

Lets do it again, Del insisted. But this time letd do it right-handed.

Billy put him down again without saying a word, then got up to leave.

Big strong guy like you ought to be out working, Del said. When are you gonna get yourself a job?

Billy looked at him, confused, and said he had been looking for work.

Youre a liar, Del shouted. If you really was serious about getting work, you would.

The argument went on for over an hour. Finally, Billy grabbed his clothes and most of his stuff and stormed out of the house.


Bev Thomas was now living with Steve Love, who had been evicted from his own trailer. When Bev heard about Billys hassles at home, she invited him to move in with them. Billy checked with his parole officer and got the okay.

Bev enjoyed living with two men. No one would believe there was nothing sexual going on, that they were just three best friends who went everywhere together, did everything together and had more fun together than shed ever had before.

Billy was great with Michelle and Brian. He always took them swimming, or got ice cream for them, or took them to the zoo. He cared about those kids as if they were his own. And Bev was impressed that when she came home from work, hed have the place cleaned up, all except the dishes. He never did the dishes.

Sometimes he acted so feminine that she and Steve wondered if he was gay. Often Bev and Billy would sleep in the same bed, but he never touched her. When she asked him about it one day, he told her he was impotent.

It didnt matter to her. She cared about him. And she loved the things they all did together, like going to Burr Oak Lodge for three days, camping out and spending fifty dollars on junk food. Or hiking through the woods at Clear Creek in the middle of the night, Billy holding the one flashlight and playing James Bond, trying to find secret caches of marijuana. It was fun the way he would talk with his British accent, giving the Latin names of all the plants. It was all madness, the things they did together, but Bev felt free and happy for the first time in a long time with these two wonderful guys.

One day Bev came home to discover that Billy had painted his green VW black with crazy silver patterns.

No other VW in the world is like this now, he said.

But why, Billy? Bev and Steve both asked.

Well, the sheriffs office is keeping an eye on me anyway. Thisll just make their job easier.

What he didnt tell them was that Allen was sick and tired of panicking when he couldnt remember where someone had parked the car. The distinctive black-and-silver pattern would make it easier to find.

But when Billy met Steves brother, Bill Love, a few days later and saw the van he owned, Billy traded the VW for it. Then Billy traded the van to a friend of Steves for a motorcycle that didnt run, but Steve, who had his own bike and who was expert at repairing motorcycles, got it in working order.

Steve discovered that at times Billy rode the motorcycle like a demon and other times he was afraid to ride it at all. One afternoon when they were riding in the countryside, they passed a sharp incline of shale and rock. Steve skirted it and went ahead, but then he heard the roar of an engine above him. When he looked up, he saw Billy at the top of the cliff.

Howd you get up there? Steve yelled.

Rode up! Billy yelled back.

Thats impossible! Steve shouted.

Seconds later he could see that Billy had changed and was now trying to get down, acting as if he didnt know the first thing about riding a cycle. Several times the cycle went one way and he went the other. Finally Steve left his own. cycle below, climbed up the sheer face of the hill and helped Billy , walk the cycle down.

I cant believe you rode up there, Steve said, glancing , back, but theres no other way.

Billy looked as if he didnt know what Steve was talking about.

Another time, when Steve was alone with Billy, they went walking in the woods. After two hours of climbing hills, they still faced a peak up ahead. Steve knew he was stronger and a better athlete than Billy, but it was too much even for him.

Well never make that, Billy. Lets rest and go back.

But when he fell back against a tree, exhausted, he saw Billy suddenly gather incredible energy and run full speed up the steep hillside to the top. Not wanting to be outdone, Steve scrambled his way up. Up ahead, he saw Billy at the top, arms outstretched, shaking his hands and fingers as he looked down at the view below He was talking in a strange language Steve couldnt make out.

When Steve got up to the top beside him, Billy turned, looked at him as if he were a stranger and then went running down the hillside toward the pond below.

Oh Jesus, Billy! Steve shouted. Where are you getting the energy?

But Billy kept running, shouting something in that foreign language. He dove fully clothed into the water and swam quickly across the pond.

Steve finally reached Billy, who by now was sitting on a rock on the far bank, shaking his head as if to clear the water from his ears.

He looked up as Steve came toward him, and said accusingly, Whyd you throw me in the water?

Steve stared at him. What are you talking about?

Billy looked down at his dripping clothes. You didnt have to push me in.

Steve stared at him and shook his head. He didnt trust himself to argue.

After they went back to their motorcycles and Billy rode as clumsily as a beginner, Steve told himself he had to watch this guy, because he was surely crazy.

You know what Id like to do someday? Billy said when they reached the roadway between the pond and the hillside. Id like to stretch a canvas across the road between those two elm trees, high up so cars could pass under it. Id paint it so it looked like the mountain with shrubs and trees and a tunnel right in the middle.

Billy, you got some strange ideas.

I know, Billy said, but Id like to do it.

Bev found her money dwindling away on food and repairs for the cycles and cars. (Billy had bought an old Ford Galaxy.) She began to hint that Steve and Billy should start looking for jobs. They applied at several factories around Lancaster, and by the third week in May, Billy was able to fast-talk the people at Reichold Chemical into jobs for both of them.

It was heavy work. As the strings of fiberglass came out of the vat and were rolled into wide mats, their job was to cut the mats when the roll reached a certain size. Then they would lift the hundred-pound roll, place it on the cart and begin the new roll.

On their way home one night, Billy stopped to pick up a hitch-hiker who carried an instamatic camera hanging around his neck.

Driving toward town, Billy offered to trade the young man three hits of speed for the camera. Steve saw Billy dig into his pocket and come up with three white tablets wrapped in a plastic bag.

I dont do speed, the hitch-hiker said.

You can sell these for eight bucks apiece, a quick profit. The hitch-hiker did some quick figuring and handed over the camera in exchange for the plastic bag. When Billy let the man off in Lancaster, Steve turned to him: I didnt know you did chemicals.

I dont.

Whered you get the speed?

Billy laughed. Those were aspirins.

God, Steve said, slapping his thigh. Ive never seen anything like you.

I once sold a whole suitcase full of phony pills, Billy said. I think its time to do it again. Lets make some blotter acid. He pulled into a drugstore to buy gelatine and a few other ingredients. Back at the trailer he melted down the gelatine in one of Bevs pans to a patty one sixteenth of an inch thick. When it was hard and dry, he cut it into quarter-inch squares and put it on tape.

Blotter acid should sell for a few bucks apiece.

Whats it supposed to do? Steve asked.

Speed you up. Make you see hallucinations. But the beautiful thing is if you get caught pushing these fake ones, there are no drugs involved. And whats the poor sucker who buys them going to do? Go to the cops?

Billy took off for Columbus the next day. When he came back, the suitcase was empty. He had sold a batch of aspirin and blotter acid, and he was flashing a roll of money. But Steve noticed that he looked scared.

The following day, while Billy and Steve were working on Billys motorcycle, a neighbor, Mary Slater, shouted at them to stop making so much noise. Billy threw his screwdriver against the side of her trailer. The sound of the screwdriver against the metal sounded like a gun going off. Mary Slater called the police, who hauled Billy in for criminal trespassing. Del had to post bond. Though the charge was dismissed, Billys parole officer told him to move back home.

Ill miss you guys, he said as he packed. And Ill miss the kids.

I dont think were going to be here much longer, either, Steve said. Ive heard that the manager is going to evict all of us.

Whatll you do? Billy asked.

Find a place in town, Bev said, and sell the trailer. Maybe you can come and live with us there.

Billy shook his head. You dont need me around.

Thats not true, Billy, she said. You know were a threesome.

Well see. In the meantime, Ive go to move back home. When he left, Bevs children cried.

(3) .

Allen was bored with the job at Reichold Chemical, especially now that Steve Love had quit. He grew sick of the foreman, who constantly complained that one day hed do things right and the next day he couldnt do them at all. Arthur griped to Allen that once again they had taken a job of mindless labor beneath their dignity.

In mid-June he put in a workmans compensation claim and walked off the job.

Del sensed that Billy had lost the job at Reichold Chemical, and he phoned the company to find out. Keeping in mind Dr. Steinbergs advice to confront Billy with his lies, Del asked him, You lost the job, didnt you?

I think thats my business, Tommy said.

Its my business when you live under my roof and Im flipping for the bills. Money grows on trees for you. But you cant hold down a simple goddamned job. And you lied about it. You didnt tell us. You cant do anything right.

They aruged about it nearly an hour. Tommy kept hearing Del use the same put-down phrases Chalmer always used. He looked to see if Billys mom would come to his defense, but she never said a word. He knew he couldnt live there anymore.

Tommy went to his room, packed his bags and put them into his car Then he just sat in the Ford, waiting for someone to drive him away from the goddamned place. Eventually Allen came, saw Tommy was upset and realized what had happened.

Its okay, Allen said, driving off. Its time we got out of Lancaster.

They drove around Ohio for six days, job hunting and then pulling off the road into the woods to sleep at night. Ragen insisted on keeping a gun under the seat and another in the glove compartment for protection.

On night, Arthur suggested that Allen try to find a job as a maintenance man. It was the kind of work Tommy could handle easily: repairing electrical appliances, mechanical equipment, heating units and plumbing. As Arthur understood it, a rent-free apartment and free utilities came with the job. He suggested Allen get in touch with a former inmate whom hed once helped in Lebanon and who now was a maintenance man in a suburb of Columbus called Little Turtle.

Perhaps he knows of an opening, Arthur said. Call him. Tell him youre in town and would like to drop by.

Allen grumbled about it but followed Arthurs instructions.

Ned Berger was glad to hear from him and invited him over. They werent hiring at Little Turtle, he said, but Billy Milligan was welcome to spend a couple of nights at his place. Allen dropped by, and they partied and swapped stories about prison life.

On the morning of the third day, Berger came back to the apartment with the news that Channingway Apartments was about to advertise for outdoor maintenance help. Call em, Berger said, but dont say how you found out they were hiring.

John Wymer, the youthful personnel manager of Kelly and Lemmon Management Company, was impressed with Billy Milligan. Of all the men who answered his help-wanted ad, he found Milligan the most qualified and personable. During the first interview, on August 15, 1977, Milligan assured him he could do grounds-keeping, carpentry, electrical maintenance and plumbing. If it works electronically or by combustion, I can fix it, he told Wymer. And if I dont know how, I can figure it out.

Wymer said he would get in touch with him after he interviewed the other applicants for the job.

Checking Milligans references later that day, Wymer called the most recent employer listed on Milligans application, Del Moore. Moore gave him a glowing reporta fine worker and a dependable young man. He had left the job because meat-cutting wasnt really in Bill Milligans line. He would, Del Moore assured Wymer, make an excellent maintenance man.

Unable to check the two personal referencesDr. Steinberg and Mr. Reinertbecause Milligan had neglected to give their addresses, Wymer let it go. Since the job was limited to outdoor work, he had enough to go on with the excellent reference from his last employer. But he did instruct his secretary to run the standard police check made on all new employees.

When Milligan came in for a second interview, Wymers first impressions were confirmed. He hired him for outdoor maintenance at the Williamsburg Square Apartments, adjacent to the Channingway Apartments, both of which were managed by Kelly and Lemmon. He could begin right away.

After Milligan left, Wymer handed his secretary the application and W-2 form to file. He did not notice that on both, Milligan had entered the day and the year15-77 and 18-77but had left off the month of August.

John Wymer had hired him, but Sharon Rotha young woman with pale skin and long black hairwas Milligans supervisor.

She found the new employee an intelligent, handsome fellow. She introduced him to the other rental girls and explained the procedure to him. Each day he would come to the office in Williamsburg Square and pick up the work orders filled out by her, Carol or Cathy. When the job was finished, Milligan was to sign the order and return it to Sharon.

Milligan worked well the fjrst week, putting up shutters, repairing fences and walks, and doing lawn work. Everyone agreed that he was an eager, ambitious worker. He slept at the Williamsburg Square apartment of Ned Adkins, one of the other young maintenance men.

One morning during the second week, Milligan dropped by the personnel office to see John Wymer about renting an apartment. Wymer thought about it, and recalling Milligans description of his strong background and qualifications in electrical, plumbing, and appliance repair, he decided to try him as an inside maintenance man on twenty-four-hour call. He would have to live on the premises to be available for night and emergency calls. A rent-free apartment came with the job.

You can pick up a set of master keys from Sharon or Carol, Wymer said.

His new apartment was beautiful. It had a fireplace in the living room, a bedroom, dinette and kitchen, and it faced a patio. Tommy took one of the walk-in closets for his electronic equipment, keeping it locked to prevent the children from getting into it. Allen set up a studio in the small dinette area feeing the rear. Adalana kept the place clean and did the cooking. Ragen jogged around the neighborhood to keep fit. Life at the apartment and on the job was well-organized.

Arthur approved of the situation, pleased that they were finally settled. Now he could turn his attention to his medical books and research.

Through an oversight on someones part, the police check was never completed on Billy Milligan.


Two weeks after the move to Channingway, Ragen was jogging through the nearby poor neighborhood when he saw two black children without shoes playing on the sidewalk. He noticed a sharply dressed white man walking from one of the houses to a white Cadillac. He decided the man had to be a pimp.

Moving quickly, he threw the man against the car.

Whats the matter with you? You crazy?

Ragen reached into his belt and pulled out a gun. Give your vallet.

The man handed him his wallet. Ragen emptied it and threw it back at him. Now drive.

When the car pulled away, Ragen handed the black children more than two hundred dollars. Here. Buy shoes and food for families.

He smiled as he watched the children run off with the money.

Later Arthur said Ragen had behaved badly that day. You cant go around the city of Columbus playing Robin Hood, stealing from the rich to give to the poor children.

It gives pleasure.

But you know very well that carrying that gun violates the conditions of parole.

Ragen shrugged. Is not much better out here than prison.

Thats a stupid thing to say. Here we have freedom.

But vat you do vit freedom?

Arthur began to suspect Allens hunch was right. Ragen had come to prefer any environmenteven prisonin which he could control the spot.

The more Ragen saw of the working-class district on the east side of Columbus, the angrier he became over the struggle of the people to survive in the shadow of the glass-and-steel office buildings of the wealthy corporations.

One afternoon as he passed a rundown house with a sagging porch, he saw a beautiful bond-haired child with wide blue eyes sitting in a laundry basket, her withered legs bent at awkward angles. An old lady standing in the doorway came onto the porch, and Ragen asked her, Vy does child not have leg braces? Or veelchair?

The old lady stared. Mister, you know what them things cost? I been begging the welfare for two years, and there aint no way I can get them things for Nancy.

Ragen went on his way, deep in thought.

That evening he told Arthur to find out which medical-supply warehouse would have childrens wheelchairs and leg braces. Though he was irritated at being distracted from his reading, as well as at Ragens demanding tone, Arthur humored him and made several phone calls to medical-supply distributors. He discovered a company in Kentucky that had the size Ragen describecd. He gave Ragen the model numbers and the warehouse address, but asked, What do you want this information for?

Ragen didnt bother to answer.

That night Ragen took the car, his tools and a nylon rope, and drove south to Louisville. He found the hospital-supply warehouse and waited until he was certain everyone had left. It would not be difficult to break into; he would not even need Tommys help. Strapping on the tools, Ragen climbed over the wire fence, slipped around to the side of the building hidden from the street and examined the brickwork alongside the drainpipe.

In TV shows he had seen, cat burglars always carried grappling hooks to climb up to the roof. Ragen sneered at such devices. He fished a steel shoehorn out of his bag and removed the lace from his left running shoe. With the lace he tied the shoehorn so that its curved end turned downward near the tip of his shoe, creating a hook that served as a crampon. He climbed up to the roof, cut a hole in the skylight, reached in and unlocked it and, using the nylon rope fastened to a bracket, slid down the line into the building. It reminded him of the times hed gone mountain climbing with Jim years ago.

With the model numbers Arthur had supplied, Ragen searched the warehouse for nearly an hour before he found what he wanteda pair of leg braces for a four-year-old child, and a small collapsible wheelchair. He unlocked a window, lowered the braces and wheelchair to the ground, and climbed out. Then he put everything into the car and drove back to Columbus.

It was morning when he pulled up to Nancys house and knocked on the door. I have something for little Nancy, he said to the old lady, who peered at him through the window. He brought the wheelchair up from the car, opened it and showed them how it worked. Then he showed Nancy how to put on the leg braces.

It vill take long time to learn use them, he said, but it is important to valk. .

The old lady began to cry. I wont never get the money to pay you for them things.

Is not necessary to pay. Is contribution from rich medical-supply company to needy child.

Can I make you some breakfast?

Vould like coffee.

Whats your name? Nancy asked as her grandmother left for the kitchen.

Call me Uncle Ragen, he said.

She hugged him. The old lady brought out coffee and the best pie he had ever tasted. Ragen ate the whole thing.

In the evening, Ragen sat up in bed and listened to unfamiliar voicesone with a Brooklyn accent, the other just plain foulmouthed. Ragen heard something about splitting the money from a bank robbery. He slipped out of bed, got his gun and opened every door, every closet in the place. He put his ear to the walls, but the arguing was coming from right here in the apartment. He spun around and said, Dont move! I kill you both.

The voices stopped.

Then Ragen heard a voice in his head saying, Just who dfuck are you to tell me to shaddup?

If you do not show yourself, I vill shoot.

Shoot what?

Vere you are?

You wouldnt believe me if I told ya.

Vat you mean?

I cant see where Im at. I aint go no idea where Im at. Vy for you are talking?

I was arguin with Kevin.

Who is Kevin?

Hes the one I was yellin at.

Ragen thought a moment. Give me description of things around you. Vat you see?

I see a yella lamp. A red chair near the door. A TV sets on. Vat kind is TV? Vat is show?

White cabinet. Big color RCA set. All in the Familys on. Ragen saw his TV set and he knew the strangers were here in the roominvisible. He searched the apartment again. I look everyvere. Vere you are?

Im right with ya, Philip said.

Vat you mean?

I been here all the time, always have been.

Ragen shook his head. All right. No more talk. He sat down in the rocking chair and rocked all night, trying to figure it out, amazed that there were others he hadnt known.

The next day Arthur told him about Kevin and Philip. I believe they are a product of your mind, he said.

Vat you mean?

Ill give you the logical side of it first, Arthur said. As the .keeper of hate, you know what a destructive force you possess. Though hate can conquer much through violence, it is unmanageable. Now, if one wants to keep the physical power of hate but remove its evil side, one will still have hatred* with some bad traits. Our mind wanted to control your violence, to keep the anger selective and manageable. Getting rid of your evil, so that you could be strong without being angry, led to shaving off some of your evil, and thus to the creation of Philip and Kevin.

They-are same as me?

They are criminals. As long as they have your guns, they would not hesitate to put fear into people to achieve their aims. But only with weapons. Their sense of power derives from weapons. This, they feel, brings them to your level. Theyre very vengeful people and certainly commit crimes against property. I declared them undesirable after Zanesville because they committed unnecessary crimes. But you know what happens during the mix-up times . . . Ragen, though you have shown goodness, you still have an evil aspect to your nature. There is no way to completely cleanse hate. It is the price we pay for maintaining strength and aggressiveness.

Vould not be mix-up times, Ragen said, if you controlled spot properly. Vas better in prison.

There were mix-up times in prison, even when you were dominant, thought you were often not aware of them until afterward. Philip and Kevin and some of the other undesirables stole time in prison. Its most important now that they not get in touch with their old criminal friends from Columbus or Lancaster. They would violate the terms of parole.

I agree.

Weil have to make new friends, begin a new life. Working here at Channingway is a splendid opportunity. We must fit into society. Arthur looked around. To begin with, we should really fix up the flat.

In September, he bought furniture. The bill came to $1,562.21, and the first payment was due the following month.

Things seemed to be going well at first, except that Allen was having problems with Sharon Roth. He didnt know why, but she bothered him. She looked so much like Marlene and she was just as bossy and know-it-all. He sensed she didnt like him.

By mid-September, the mix-up time was worse than ever, confusing everyone. Allen would go to the rental office, pick up the work order, drive to the job location and wait at the apartment for Tommy to come and do the work. But more and more frequently, Tommy wouldnt show up. No one could reach him and no one else could handle the job. Allen knew that he himself could never figure out how to do the plumbing or heating repair. And he was afraid that if he touched something electrical, he might blow his shoes off.

Allen would wait as long as he could for Tommy to show up. When he didnt come, Allen would leave and sign the work order completed or write that the apartment door had been dead-locked, which meant that he couldnt get in. But some tenants would call back three or four times to complain that the work hadnt been done. Once after four callbacks, Sharon decided to drive to the apartment with Billy to see what the problem was.

For Gods sake, Bill, she said, staring down at the dishwasher that wouldnt fill. Even I can see how to fix that. Youre supposed to be a maintenance man. Youre supposed to repair appliances.

I did fix it. I repaired the drain line.

Well, thats obviously not where the problem is.

When he dropped her off at the rental office, he knew she was angry with him. He suspected she was going to have him fired.

Allen told Tommy it was important for him to get something he could hold over John Wymer and Sharon Roth to keep them from firing him.

Tommys first idea was to build a telephone blue box for John Wymers car and bug it.

Itll be a simple thing to make, Allen told Wymer. Then youll have a car telephone you can use without the phone company even knowing about it.

Wouldnt that be illegal? Wymer asked.

Not at all. The airwaves are free.

You can really do it?

Only one way to prove it to you. You pay for the materials and let me make one for you.

Wymer questioned him closely, surprised at Milligans knowledge of electronics. Id like to look into it first, Wymer said. But it does sound interesting.

A few days later, while Tommy was buying some materials for his own blue box at an electronics supply shop, he discovered a taping bug that could be inserted into a telephone and activated by the phone ringing. All he would have to do was to dial the personnel or rental office, pretend he had called a wrong number and hang up; then the tape recorder would begin. By taping conversations in Roths or Wymers office, he might learn if there was something illegal going on, and he could use it to threaten them and get them off his back if they tried to fire him.

Tommy charged the electronic bugs to Kelly and Lemmon, along with other electrical supplies.

That night, he slipped into the rental office and inserted the recording device into Roths telephone. He did the same in Wymers office. Then Allen took the spot and went through some of the filing cabinets to see if there might be any useful information. One folder caught his eyea listing of what the front office called the blue-chip investors, stockholders in Channingway and Williamsburg Square, normally kept secret. These were the people who employed Kelly and Lemmon to manage the apartment complexes. Allen made copies of the names.

With the bugs in tha phones and the list in his pocket, he felt that whatever happened, his job was secure.

Harry Coder first met Billy Milligan when he came to Coders apartment to replace some broken screens.

You could use a new water heater, Milligan told him. I could get one for you.

How much would it cost? Coder asked.

Wouldnt cost you anything. Kelly and Lemmon would never miss it.

Coder looked at him, wondering how Milligan could suggest such a thing, knowing he was a Columbus police officer and a part-time security officer for Channingway.

Ill think about it, Coder said.

Just let me know anytime. Ill be glad to install it for you free of charge.

When Milligan left, Coder decided hed keep a close watch on him. There had been a sharp increase in burglaries in the Channingway and Williamsburg Square apartments. All indications were that whoever was doing it had a master key.

John Wymer got a call from a maintenance man who had been hired about the same time as Milligan was. The man said he felt Wymer should know about Milligan. Wymer asked him to come to the office.

I feel bad about doing this, the man said, but that guys a weirdo.

What do you mean?

Hes been bugging the girls at the rental office.

By bugging, do you mean bothering or

Im talking about electronic bugging.

Oh, come on now.

I mean it.

Do you have proof?

The man looked around the room nervously. Milligan told me himself. And then he repeated, almost word for word, a conversation I had in the rental office with Carol and Sharon. It was just the three of us, talking about how in high school almost everyone did drugs. Stuff like that. He also said when the girls were alone, they used dirtier language than guys in a locker room.

Wymer tapped his fingers on the desk thoughtfully. Why would Billy do such a thing?

He said he had enough on Sharon and Carol that if he got fired, hed take them with him. If he went down, everyone including Kelly and Lemmonwould go down with him. Thats foolish. How could he do that?

He told me he offered to make a blue box for your car, free of charge.

Thats true, but I decided against it.

Well, he also told me he planned to bug that car phone so he could keep tabs on you, too.

When the man was gone, Wymer called Sharon. I guess you were right about Milligan, he said. Youd better let him go. That afternoon Sharon called Billy into the rental office and told him he was fired.

If I go, then you go too, he said. I dont think youll be working here much longer.

At home later that afternoon, Sharon answered her apartment doorbell and was astonished to see Milligan, dressed in a blue business suit and vest, looking like an executive.

I just dropped by to tell you that you have to be at the district attorneys office tomorrow at one oclock, he said. Ive also got to see John Wymer. If you cant get to the D.A.s office on your own, theyll send a car to pick you up. Then he turned and left.

She knew it sounded absurd, but she was frightened. She had no idea what he was talking about or why the district attorney would want to see her. And what did Milligan have to do with it? Who was he and what was he after? One thing she knew for surehe was no ordinary maintenance man.

Tommy went directly to the closed maintenance office at five-

thirty, let himself in and removed the bug from the telephone.

Before he left the office, he decided to leave a note for Carol.

With the information he was giving Wymer, he knew she, too,

would have to be fired. At the desk the two women shared, he

flipped the page of the calendar to the next working day,

Monday, September 26, 1977. Beneath the date, he printed a

note: ,

a new day!

Enjoy it while you CAN!

Then he turned the page back to Friday.

After John Wymer had left his office for the day, Tommy slipped in and removed the bug from his phone, too. On the way out, he ran into Terry Tumock, the district supervisor for Kelly and Lemmon.

What are you doing here, Milligan? Tumock asked. I thought you were fired.

I came down to see John Wymer. There are some things going on in this company that Im about to make public. I want to give John a chance to. deal with these matters before I notify the authorities and the investors.

What are you talking about?

Well, as Johns supervisor, I guess you ought to hear about it first.

A short time after John Wymer got home from the office and settled down for the evening, he got a call from Terry Tumock asking him to come back to the office right away. Something is strange. Milligan is here, and I think you should come out here and listen to what hes got to say.

When Wymer arrived, Tumock told him Milligan had gone back to his apartment and would return in a few minutes to talk to both of them.

What did he say? Wymer asked.

Hes making some accusations. Better let him tell you. Ive got a funny feeling about this guy, Wymer said, opening his desk drawer. Im going to tape this conversation. He put a fresh cassette into the small tape recorder and left the drawer partly open. When Milligan walked through the door, Wymer stared in astonishment. Until this moment, hed seen Milligan only in work clothes. Now he looked distinguished in a three-piece suit and tie, and he carried himself with authority.

Milligan sat down and hooked his thumbs through his vest. There are some things you ought to know about that are going on in your company.

Like what? Tumock asked.

A lot of it is illegal. I want to give you the opportunity to solve these problems before I go to the district attorney. Well, Bill, what are you talking about? asked Wymer.

For the next hour and a half, Allen described how the records in the rental office were manipulated, how the Channingway and Williamsburg Square investors were defrauded.

Units reported as vacant were actually occupied by friends of certain employees, who were collecting and pocketing the rents. Also, he said, he could prove that Kelly and Lemmon was illegally tapping into power lines to defraud the electric company.

He assured them that he did not believe Wymer was involved in this fraud and embezzlement, but that almost everyone else in the company wasespecially a certain rental-office supervisor, who was allowing her friends to occupy these apartments.

I intend to give you time to investigate these charges, John, and to bring the culprits to justice. But if you cant or wont do it, Ill make it public by reporting the matter to the Columbus Dispatch.

Wymer was worried. It was always possible that dishonest employees were doing things that might create a scandal. From the way Milligan talked, it was obvious he was alleging that Sharon Roth was behind most of this.

Wymer leaned forward. Just who are you, Bill?

Just an interested party.

Are you a private investigator? Turnock asked.

I see no reason to reveal myself completely at this time. Lets just say Im working in the interests of certain of the blue-chip investors.

I always figured you werent just a maintenance man, Wymer said. I guess you always struck me as too brilliant. So youre working for the investors. Would you care to tell us which ones?

Milligan pursed his lips and cocked his head. I never actually said I was working for the investors.

If not, Turnock said, then youve probably been sent by a rival management company to destroy Kelly and Lemmons credibility.

Oh? Milligan, said, tapping his fingertips together. What makes you think that?

Will you tell us who you are working for? Wymer asked.

All I can tell you now is that youd better get Sharon Roth in here and ask her some questions about the things Ive told


I certainly intend to look into your accusations, Bill, and Im glad you brought this to my attention first. I can assure you, if there are unv dishonest employees working for Kelly and Lemmon, theyll be dealt with.

Milligan stretched out his left arm to show Wymer and Turnock a small microphone wire up his sleeve. I should point out that this conversation is being recorded. This is the receiver and there is another party, away from this location, taping all this.

Well, good for you, Wymer said, laughing, and pointed to his open desk drawer. Because Im taping it all too.

Milligan laughed. All right, John. Youve got three days, starting Monday, to clear up the situation and fire the guilty parties. Otherwise I make the information public.

A short while after Milligan left, Wymer called Sharon Roth at home and told her of the accusations. She protested that it was a lie, and swore that no one in the rental office was stealing from the company.

Concerned now that Milligan had bugged her office, Sharon went in on Sunday to search it. She found nothing. Either he had sneaked in and removed it, or it was all a hoax. She glanced at her desk calendar and automatically turned the page from Friday to Monday. Then she saw the printed note:

a new day!

Enjoy it while you can!

Oh my God! she thought. Hes going to kill me because I fired him.

Terrified now, she called Terry Turnock and brought him the note. They compared it with samples of Milligans writing. It matched.

On Monday at two-thirty, Milligan called Sharon and told her she would have to be at the Franklin County district attorneys office at one-thirty on Thursday. If she didnt acknowledge his message, he said, he would have to come for her with the police. Which, he pointed out, wouldnt look real good.

That evening, Harry Coder called Milligan at the apartment to tell him hed have to back off bothering the girls at the rental office.

What do you mean back off? Im not doing anything.

Look, Bill, Coder said. If the girls really have to show up at the D.A. s office, there should be a subpoena.

What does this have to do with you? Milligan asked.

The girls know Im a police officer. They asked me to look into it.

Are they scared, Harry?

No, Bill. They aint scared. They just dont want to be hassled.

Allen decided to let the matter drop for .the time being, but sooner or later he was going to get Sharon Roth fired. In the meantime, he still had the apartment, but he would have to start looking for another job.

For the next two weeks, Allen job-hunted, but it was impossible to get anything decent. He found himself with nothing to do, no one to talk to. He kept losing time and his depression deepened.

On October 13, 1977, he received John Wymers eviction notice. He stormed around the apartment. Where was he going to go? What was he going to do?

As he paced up and back, he suddenly noticed Ragen had left his 9-millimeter Smith and Wesson out in plain sight on the mantelpiece. Why was the gun out? What the hell was wrong with him? That and the 25-millimeter Italian gun in the closet could get him sent back to prison on a parole violation.

Allen stopped pacing and took a deep breath. Maybe that was what Ragen wanted deep down, without even knowing it himselfto go back to prison, a place of danger. So he could rule the spot!

I cant handle this anymore, Arthur, Allen said aloud. Its just too much.

He closed his eyes and left . . .

Ragens head snapped up, and he looked around quickly to make sure he was alone. He saw the bills on the table and realized that with no money coming in from the job, they were in great difficulty.

All right, he said aloud. Young ones must have clothes for coming vinter and food to eat. I vill commit robbery.

In the early hours of Friday, October 14, Ragen slipped his Smith and Wesson into a shoulder holster and put on a brown turtleneck sweater, white running shoes, brown jogging jacket, jeans and a windbreaker. He took three hits of Biphetamine 20s, drank some vodka and left before dawn, jogging west toward the Ohio State University campus.



Ragen jogged eleven miles across the city of Columbus and, at seven-thirty Friday morning, reached the Ohio State University East Belmont parking lot. He had no plan; his only thought was to find someone to rob. From the curb between the College of Medicine and the lot, he saw a young woman park a gold Toyota. As she got out of the car, he saw she wore a maroon pants suit under an open buckskin coat. He turned away to look for someone else; he had no intention of robbing a woman.

But Adalana, who had been watching, knew why Ragen was here. She knew he was tired from the cross-city run and the amphetamines and vodka were getting to him. She wished him off the spot . . .

As she approached the young woman, Adalana saw her lean over the seat to pick up some books and papers from the passengers side. She took Ragens gun out of the holster and pressed it against the womans arm.

The woman laughed without turning to look. Cmon, guys, stop kidding around.

' Would you please get into the car, Adalana said. Were going for a ride.

Carrie Dryer turned and saw it was not one of her friends, but someone she didnt recognize. She saw the gun in his gloved hand and realized this man wasnt joking. He motioned for her to slide in to the passengers seat, and she scrambled over the stick shift. He took her car keys and slipped in behind the wheel. At first he had difficulty releasing the emergency brake, but he finally pulled out of the parking lot.

Carrie Dryer observed his appearance carefully: reddish-brown hair, a mustache cut straight and neat, a mole on his right cheek. He was handsome and well-built, about 180 pounds, five feet ten or so.

Where are we going? she asked. ^

For a ride somewhere, he said softly. I dont know my way around Columbus very well.

Look, Carrie said, I dont know what you want of me, but Ive got an optometry exam today.

He pulled into a factory parking lot and stopped the car. Carrie noticed his eyes drifting from side to side, as though he had nystagmus. That was something she would have to remember to tell the police.

He went through her purse, taking out her drivers license and other identification, and his voice turned harsh: If you go to the cops, Ill get to members of your family. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and secured her right hand to the Toyota door handle. You said youre gonna have a test, he murmured. If you want to go ahead and study for it while I drive, thats fine.

They drove north of the Ohio State University campus. After a while, he stopped on the tracks at a railway crossing. A train was slowly moving down the tracks. He jumped out of the car and went around to the trunk. Carrie was terrified that he was going to leave her stranded there, handcuffed and with a train coming. She wondered if he was crazy.

Outside the car, Kevin, who had taken the spot from Adalana when he heard the tires thudding over the tracks, went to the rear and saw that the tires were okay. If there had been a flat, he would have run off, but everything looked fine, so he got back in and drove away.

Take your pants off Kevin said.


Take your fucking pants off! he shouted.

She did as he said, frightened by the sudden change of mood. She knew he was doing this to keep her from running away. And rightly so. Even if she hadnt been handcuffed, shed never run without clothes on.

As they drove, she tried to keep her eyes on her optometry book so as not to upset him. But she noticed he was taking King Avenue west, and then he cut onto Olentangy River Road north. He was driving her out into the country, talking at times to himself: Just escaped this morning . . . beat him up with a baseball bat ...

They passed a cornfield, then a barricade in the roadway. He drove around it into a wooded area, past junked cars in a field.

Carrie remembered a pair of sharp scissors she kept between the seat and the shift console, and she thought of grabbing it and stabbing him. But as she glanced at the scissors, he said, Dont try anything funny, and pulled out a switchblade. He parked the car, unlocked the handcuffs from the door but left them attached to her right wrist, and spread her buckskin coat on the muddy ground.

Take off your underpants, her whispered, and lay down.

Carrie Dryer saw his eyes drift from side to side . . .

Adalana lay back beside the woman, looking up at the trees. She didnt understand why she kept losing the spot to Philip -and Kevin. Twice they had taken over while she was behind the wheel, and she had to keep wishing them off the spot. Everything was mixed up.

Do you know what its like to be lonely? she asked the woman lying beside her. Not to be held by anyone for a long time? Not to know the meaning of love?

Carrie Dryer didnt answer, and Adalana held her as she had Marlene.

But this young woman was very small, and something else was wrong with her as well. Try as Adalana might, each time she attempted to enter, Carrie Dryers muscles went into spasms and forced her outrejected her. This was strange and frightening. Confused, Adalan lost the spot . . .

Carrie explained to him tearfully that she had a physical problem, that she was seeing a gynecologist. Anytime she tried to sleep with someone, she got these spasms. Carrie noticed the nystagmus again, and suddenly he turned angry and nasty.

Of all the damned girls in Columbus, he snarled, I had to pick on I couldnt do anything with!

He let her put her slacks back on and told her to get back into the car. Carrie noticed him change again. He reached over and handed her a paper towel. Here, he said gently, blow your nose.

Adalana was now nervous. She remembered Ragens original purpose for this tripand she realized Ragen might get suspicious if she returned empty-handed.

Carrie watched the rapists concerned expression, the genuine worry on his face. She almost felt sorry for him as she wondered what was wrong.

Ive got to get some money, he told her, or someone will be very angry.

I dont have any money with me, Carrie said, starting to cry again.

Dont take it so hard. He handed her another paper towel. Im not going to hurt you if you do what I tell you.

Do whatever you want to me, she said, but dont bother my family. Take all the money Ive got, but leave them alone. He parked the car and went through her purse again until he found her checkbook. Her balance showed four hundred and sixty dollars. How much do you think youll need to live for the week? he asked.

Carrie sniffled through her tears, About fifty or sixty dollars.

All right, he said, leave yourself a balance of sixty dollars and write a check for the four hundred.

Carrie was surprised and pleased, though she knew there was no way she could replace the money she needed for books and tuition.

Were going to rob a bank, he said suddenly. Youll come with me.

No I wont! she said forcefully. You can do what you want to me, but I wont help you rob a bank.

Well go into a bank and cash your check, he said, but then he seemed to think better of it. With you crying, theyll know somethings wrong. Youre not mentally stable enough to go inside a bank and cash a check. Youll foul it up.

I dont think theres anything wrong with me, Carrie said, still crying. I think Im holding up pretty well for someone held at gunpoint all the time.

He just grunted.

They found an Ohio National Bank branch with a drive-in window at 770 West Broad Street. He kept the gun hidden between them but pointed at her as she pulled out her identification. When she turned the check over to endorse it, Carrie thought of writing Help, but almost as if hed read her mind, he said, Dont try anything like putting something on the back.

He passed the check, along with Carries identification, to the teller, who cashed it. You can report to the police that you were robbed, then stop payment on the check, he said as he drove away. Tell them you were forced to cash it. That way itll be the bank that gets ripped off.

When they arrived downtown at Broad and High streets, the car got caught in heavy traffic. Take over and drive, he said. If you go to the police, dont give them my description. If I see anything in the newspapers, I wont come myself, but someone else will take care of your family or you. .

Then he opened the door and walked quickly away, disappearing instantly into the crowd.

Ragen looked around, expecting to find himself in the Ohio State University parking lot, but instead he was walking past Lazarus Department Store in the. middle of the afternoon. Where had the time gone? He reached into his pocket and found a roll of money. Well, he must have done it. He must have robbed someone and not remembered it.

He took an eastbound bus to Reynoldsburg.

Back at Channingway, he put the money and the Master Charge card on the closet shelf and went to sleep.

Half an hour later, Arthur awoke, refreshed, wondering why he had slept so late. He showered, and as he changed into fresh underwear, he noticed the money on the closet shelf. Now, where in the world had that come from? Someone had been busy. Well, as long as it was there, he might as well get some groceries and pay some bills. The car payment was most important.

Arthur pushed the eviction notice aside. Now that the boys had been fired, John Wymer was demanding rent for the apartment. Well, the rent could wait. He had decided how to handle Messrs. Kelly and Lemmon. He would let them keep sending eviction notices. When they took him to court, Allen would tell the judge that these people had made him quit his job, move into their apartment complex as a requirement for the maintenance job, and just as he was settling in with new furniture on credit, they fired him and attempted to put him out on the street.

The judge, he knew, would give him ninety days to move. Even after the final eviction notice, he would still have three

days to get out. That should give Allen enough time to get a new job, save a few dollars and find a new apartment.

That night Adalana shaved off the mustache. Shed always hated hair on her face.

Tommy had promised Billys sister he would spend Saturday, the last day of the Fairfield County Fair, with her in Lancaster. Dorothy and Del were running a restaurant concession, and they might need help closing things down. He took the money he saw on the dresserthere wasnt muchand told Allen to drive him to Lancaster. He spent a wonderful day with Kathy at the fair, going on the rides, playing the games, eating hot dogs and drinking root beer. They talked over old times, speculating how Jim was doing with his new rock group in western Canada and how Challa was doing in the Air Force. Kathy told him she was glad hed shaved off his mustache.

When they came back to the concession, where Dorothy was working over the grill, Tommy slipped up behind her and handcuffed her to the pipe. If youre going to slave over a hot stove all day, he said, you might as well be chained to it. She laughed.

He stayed at the fair with Kathy until it closed; then Allen drove back to Channingway.

Arthur spent a quiet Sunday reading his medical books, and Monday morning Allen set out to look for a new job. He made phone calls and filled out job applications for the rest of the week, but no one was hiring.


Friday evening, Ragen jumped out of bed, thinking he had just gone to sleep. He went to the dresser. The moneymoney he didnt even remember stealingwas gone. He ran to the closet, pulled out a .25-caliber automatic and searched the apartment, kicking open doors, looking for the burglar wh

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