The Federal boys are at it again once ASAC Bill Heller and his partner spot a weird personal column in an underground rag addressed to The Junkman, Kooch, The Red Lady, et al. There's a caper here--in between scads of drearily detailed FBI wires and the Bureau's subsequent cover-up--involving a bunch of SDS/Weatherman types who pull off a million-dollar cocaine heist for the benefit of the Mexican guerrilla movement. Meanwhile, not so Special Agent Heller flips and cracks up (his wheels, that is) after stiffing a black prostie who rubbed him the wrong way. Disjointed--the snow doesn't stick.