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 At that moment the Reverend Charles Weeb thundered into the room with a mauve towel wrapped around his midsection。 The apparition excused herself and clomped off to a bedroom。 Dickie Lockhart's heart ached。 He was sure he'd never see her again; Charles Weeb would make sure of that。
 〃Son; what in the name of holy fuck is the matter with you?〃 the clergyman began。 〃What demon has possessed you; what poison serpent; what diseased fucking germ has invaded your brain and robbed you of all mon sense? What in the name of Our Savior Jesus were you thinking when you knocked on my door tonight?〃
 〃I'm fairly plastered;〃 Dickie Lockhart said。
 〃Well; so you are。 But see what you've done。 That young lady in there…〃
 〃The quarterback?〃
 〃Hush! That young lady was on the brink of a profound revelation when you burst in and interrupted our collective concentration。 I don't appreciate that; Dickie; and neither does she。〃
 〃The night's young;〃 Dickie Lockhart said。 〃You can try again。〃
 The Reverend Weeb glowered。 〃Why did you e here?〃
 Dickie shrugged。 〃I wanted to talk。〃
 〃About what?〃 Weeb hiked up the towel to cover the pale fatty roll of shrimp…colored belly。 〃What was so all…fired important that you would invade my personal privacy at this hour?〃
 〃The show;〃 Dickie said; emboldened by Ellen's bourbon。 〃I just don't think you fully appreciate the show。 I think you take me for granted; Reverend Weeb。〃
 〃Is that right?〃
 Dickie Lockhart stood up。 It wasn't easy。 He pointed the nine…foot boron fly rod directly at Reverend Weeb's midsection; so that the tip tickled the gray curly hair。
 〃Catching bass is not easy;〃 Dickie Lockhart said; his own anger welling; fueled by a mental image of his beloved Ellen O'Something bouncing on top of this flabby rich pig。 〃Catching bass is not a sure thing。〃
 Weeb said; 〃I understand; Dickie。〃 He had dealt with angry drunks before and knew that caution was the best strategy。 He didn't like the fishing rod poking into his tummy; but realized that only his pride was in danger。 〃Overall; I think you do a hell of a job with Fish Fever; I really do。〃
 〃Then why do you treat me like shit?〃
 〃Now; I pay you very well;〃 Weeb said。
 With his wrist Dickie Lockhart started whipping the rod back and forth; filling the room with sibilant noise。 Weeb had a hunch it would hurt like hell if the tip thwacked across his bare flesh; and he edged back a step。
 〃I heard;〃 said Dickie Lockhart; 〃that you been talking to Ed Spurling。〃
 〃Where did you hear that?〃 A new look came into the minister's eyes; a look of nervousness。
 〃Some boys that fish with Ed。 Said Ed told 'em that the Outdoor Christian Network wanted to buy his TV show。〃
 Weeb said; 〃Dickie; that's ridiculous。 We've got the best bass show in all America。 Yours。 We don't need another。〃
 〃That's what I said; but those boys that fish with Ed told me something else。 They said Ed was bragging that you promised to make him number one within two years。 Within two years; they said; Fish Fever would be out of production。〃
 These redneck assholes; Weeb was thinking; what a grapevine they had。 It was too bad Ed Spurling couldn't keep his damn mouth shut。
 〃Dickie;〃 Weeb said; 〃somebody's pulling your leg。 I never met Spurling in my life。 I don't blame you for being upset; buddy; but I swear you've got nothing to worry about。 Look; of all the pro bass anglers in the world; who did I ask to do the promotion footage for Lunker Lakes? Who? You; Dickie; 'cause you're the best。 All of us at OCN feel the same way: you're our number…one man。〃
 Lockhart lowered the fishing rod。 His eyes were muddy; his arms like lead。 If he didn't pass out soon he'd need another bourbon。
 Soothingly the Reverend Charles Weeb said; 〃Don't worry; son; none of what you heard is true。〃
 〃Sure glad to hear it;〃 Dickie said; 〃because there's no telling what would happen if I found out otherwise。 No telling。 Remember the guy from the zoning board down in Lauderdale; the one you told me to take fishing that time? Man; he had some wild stories about that Lunker Lagoon。〃
 〃Lunker Lakes;〃 Weeb said tersely。
 〃He says he got himself a brand…new swimming pool; thanks to you。 With a sauna in the shallow end!〃
 〃I wouldn't know。〃
 Dickie broke into a daffy grin。 〃And I'm trying to imagine what your faithful flock might do if they found out their shepherd was double…boffing a couple of sweet young girls from the church。 I'm wondering about that; Reverend Weeb。〃
 〃I get the point。〃
 〃Do you really?〃 Dickie Lockhart wielded the fly rod swordlike and; with an artful flick; popped the knot on Charlie Weeb's bath towel; which dropped to his ankles。
 〃Aw; what a cute little thing;〃 Dickie said with a wink。 〃Cute as a junebug。〃
 Weeb flushed。 He couldn't believe that the tables had turned so fast; that he had so carelessly misjudged this nasty little cracker bastard。 〃What do you want?〃 he asked Dickie Lockhart。
 〃A new contract。 Five years; no cancellation。 Plus ten percent of first…run syndication rights。 Don't look so sad; Reverend Weeb。 I'll make it easy for you: you don't have to announce it until after I win the tournament this week。 I'll show up at the press conference with the trophy; put on a good show。〃
 〃All right;〃 Weeb said; cupping his hands over his privates; 〃what else?〃
 〃I want the budget doubled to two thousand per show。〃
 〃Fifteen hundred tops。〃
 〃Fine;〃 Dickie said; 〃I'm not a greedy man。〃
 〃Anything more?〃 asked Reverend Weeb。
 〃Yeah; go get Ellen and tell her I'm giving her a ride home。〃
 
 Lake Maurepas; where the Cajun Invitational Bass Classic was to be held; was a bladder…shaped miniature of the immense Lake Pontchartrain。 Located off Interstate 55 northwest of New Orleans; the marshy and bass…rich Maurepas was connected to its muddy mother at Pass Manchac; a few miles south of the town of Hammond。 It was there that R。 J。 Decker and Skink took a room at a Quality Court motel。 At the Sportsman's Hideout Marina they rented a small aluminum johnboat with a fifteen…horsepower outboard; and told the lady at the cash register they'd be going out at dusk。 The lady looked suspicious until Skink introduced himself as the famous explorer Philippe Cousteau; and explained he was working on a documentary about the famous Louisiana eel spawn; which only took place in the dead of night。 Yes; the lady at the cash register nodded; I've heard of it。 Then she asked for Philippe's autograph and Skink earnestly replied (in a marvelous French accent) that for such a beautiful woman; a mere autograph would never do。 Instead he promised to name a new species of mollusk in her honor。
 It had taken the better part of the morning to get Skink arraigned and bailed out of jail; and by now it was the middle of the day; not hot; but piercingly bright; the way it gets in January in the Deep South。 Skink said there was no point in going out on the water now because the bass would be in thick cover。 He curled up on the floor of the motel room and went to sleep while Decker read the New Orleans Times…Picayune。 On the back page of the local section was a small item about a local man who had disappeared on a fishing trip to Florida and was presumed drowned somewhere in the murky vastness of Lake Okeechobee。 The young man's name was Lemus Curl; and except for the absence of a blackened bullet hole in his forehead; the picture in the paper matched the face of the man whom Skink had shot dead near Morgan Slough; the man who had tried to murder them with the rifle。 Obviously it was Lemus Curl's brother whom Jim Tile had stopped for speeding shortly afterward。 Interestingly; the same Thomas Curl was quoted in the newspaper as saying that his brother had slipped off the dike and tumbled into the water on the west side of the big lake。 The article reported that Lemus Curl had been tussling with a hawg bass at the time of the tragic accident。 Decker thought this last detail; though untrue; lent a fine ironic touch to the story。
 
 Skink snored away and Decker felt alone。 He felt like calling Catherine。 He found a pay phone outside the lobby of the Quality Court。 She answered on the fifth ring; and sounded like she'd been sleeping。
 〃Did I wake you?〃
 〃Hey; Rage; where you at?〃
 〃In a motel outside New Orleans。〃
 〃Hmmm; sounds romantic。〃
 〃Very;〃 Decker said。 〃My roommate is a 240…pound homicidal hermit。 For dinner he's fixing me a dead fox he scraped off the highway near Ponchatoula; and after that we're taking a leaky tin boat out on a windy lake to spy on some semi…retarded fishermen。 Don't you wish you were here?〃
 〃I could fly in tomorrow; get a hotel in the Quarter。〃
 〃Don't be a tease; Catherine。〃
 〃Oh; Decker。〃 She was stretching; waking up; probably kicking off the covers。 He could tell all that over the phone。 〃I had to get up early and take James to the airport;〃 she said。
 〃Where to now?〃
 〃San Francisco。〃
 〃And of course he didn't want you to e along。〃
 〃That's not true;〃 Catherine said。 'Those conventions are a bore; and besides; I've got plans of my own。 What are you doing out in the bayous?〃
 〃Rethinking Darwin;〃 Decker said。 〃Some of these folks didn't evolve from apes; it was the other way around。〃
 〃You should have gotten a nice room downtown。〃
 〃That's not what I meant;〃 Decker said。 〃The fish people; I'm talking about。〃
 〃Take notes;〃 Catherine said; 〃it sounds like it'll make a terrific movie。 Attack of the Fish People。 Now; be honest; Rage; wouldn't you rather be shooting pictures of golfers?〃
 Decker said; 〃I'd better go。〃
 〃That's it?〃
 〃I've got a lot to tell you; but not over the phone。〃
 〃It's all right;〃 Catherine said。 〃Anytime you want to talk。〃 He wished she'd been serious about flying up to New Orleans; though it was a nutty scheme。 She would have been safer in San Francisco with her chiropractor。
 〃I'll call you when I get back;〃 Decker said。
 〃Take care;〃 Catherine said。 〃Slurp an oyster for me。〃
 
 At dusk Skink was ready to roll。 Shower cap; weathersuit; mosquito netting; lamps; flippers; regulator; scuba tank; dive knife; spear…gun and; purely for show; a couple of cheap spinning rods。 R。 J。 Decker was afraid the johnboat would sink under the weight。 He decided there was no point

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