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　Skink　studied　Decker's　face　and　said；　〃Hell；　I　guess　I　squeezed　too　tight。〃
　
　They　went　to　a　Denny's　on　Biscayne　Boulevard；　where　Skink　fit　right　in　with　the　clientele。　He　ordered　six　raw　eggs　and　a　string　of　pork　sausages。　Decker's　neck　had　stiffened　up；　and　he　had　the　worst　headache　of　his　life。
　〃You　could　have　just　tapped　me　on　the　shoulder；〃　he　plained。
　〃No　time　to　be　polite；〃　Skink　said；　without　a　trace　of　apology。　〃I　did　it　for　your　own　good。〃
　〃How'd　you　get　in；　anyway？〃
　〃Slim…jimmed　the　back　door。　Two　minutes　later　and　your　bosom　buddy　Garcia　would　have　had　you　in　bracelets。　Eat　something；　all　right？　We　got　a　long　damn　ride。〃
　Decker　had　no　intention　of　taking　a　long　damn　ride　with　Skink；　and　no　intention　of　getting　picked　up　as　an　accessory　to　murder。　He　had　decided　not　to　turn　Skink　in　to　the　police；　but　the　man　would　have　to　make　his　own　escape；　the　partnership　was　over。
　Skink　said；　〃Your　neighbors'll　raise　hell　about　the　dead　dogs。〃
　〃Oh？〃
　〃Couldn't　be　helped；〃　Skink　said；　slurping　a　drip　of　yolk　from　his　mustache。　〃Self…defense。〃
　〃You　killed　the　pit　bulldogs？〃
　〃Not　all　of　them。　Just　the　ones　that　were　chasing　me。〃
　Before　Decker　could　ask；　Skink　said；　〃With　a　knife。　No　one　saw　a　thing。〃
　〃God。〃　Decker's　brainpan　felt　like　the　bells　of　Notre　Dame。　He　noticed　that　his　fingers　twitched　when　he　tried　to　butter　a　biscuit。　It　dawned　on　him　that　he　was　not　a　well　person；　that　he　needed　to　go　to　a　doctor。
　But　before　he　abandoned　Skink　he　wanted　to　ask　about　Dickie　Lockhart。　He　wanted　to　hear　Skink's　version；　in　case　it　never　came　out。
　〃When　you　left　the　motel　in　Hammond；〃　Decker　began；　〃where'd　you　go？〃
　〃Back　to　the　lake。　Borrowed　a　boat　and　found　Dickie's　fish　traps。〃
　〃You're　kidding。〃
　Skink　beamed。　A　brown　clot　of　sausage　was　stuck　between　his　two　front　teeth。　'The　boat　I　took　was　Ozzie　Rundell's；〃　he　said。　〃Dumb　fucker　left　the　keys　in　the　switch　and　a　map　in　the　console。〃
　〃A　depth　chart　of　Lake　Maurepas；〃　Decker　guessed；　〃with　the　trap　sites　marked。〃
　〃Marked　real　clear；　too；〃　Skink　said；　〃in　crayon；　just　for　Ozzie。〃
　It　made　sense。　While　Dickie　Lockhart　was　celebrating　his　victory；　the　Rundells　would　sneak　out　on　the　lake　to　clean　up　the　evidence。　Dickie　was　so　cheap　he　probably　used　the　same　traps　over　and　over。
　〃Those　fish　he　won　with　were　Florida　bass；〃　Skink　was　saying。　〃Probably　trucked　in　from　Lake　Jackson　or　maybe　the　Rodman。　That　mudhole　Maurepas　never　saw　bass　that　pretty；　you　can　bet　your　ass…〃
　〃What'd　you　do　after　you　found　the　traps？〃　Decker　cut　in。
　Skink　set　down　his　fork。　〃I　pulled　the　plug　on　Ozzie's　boat　and　swam　to　shore。〃
　〃Then？〃
　〃Then　I　stuck　out　my　thumb；　and　here　I　am。〃
　Two　cops　came　in；　walking　the　cowboy　walk；　and　took　a　booth。　Cops　ate　at　Denny's　all　the　time；　but　still　they　made　Decker　nervous。　They　kept　glancing　over　at　Skink…hard　glances…and　Decker　could　tell　they　were　dreaming　up　an　excuse　for　a　hassle　and　ID　check。　He　laid　a　ten　on　the　table　and　headed　for　the　car；　Skink　shuffled　behind；　shoving　a　couple　of　biscuits　into　the　pockets　of　his　rainsuit。　No　sooner　were　they　back　on　the　boulevard　than　Decker　spotted　another　patrol　car　in　the　rearview。　The　patrol　car　was　following　closely；　and　Decker　could　only　assume　that　Al　Garcia　had　put　out　the　word。　When　the　blue　lights　came　on；　Decker　dutifully　pulled　over。
　〃Hell；〃　Skink　said。
　Decker　waited　until　both　cops　were　out　of　the　car；　then　he　punched　the　accelerator　and　took　off。
　Skink　said；　〃Sometimes　I　like　your　style。〃
　Decker　guessed　he　had　a　three…minute　lead。　〃I'm　going　to　turn　on　Thirty…sixth　Street；〃　he　said；　〃and　when　I　hit　the　brakes；　you　bail　out。〃
　〃Why？〃　Skink　asked　calmly。
　Decker　was　pushing　the　old　Plymouth　beyond　its　natural　limits　of　speed　and　maneuverability。　It　was　one　of　those　nights　on　the　boulevard…every　other　car　was　either　a　Cadillac　or　a　junker；　and　nobody　was　going　over　thirty。　Decker　was　leaving　most　of　his　tread　on　the　asphalt；　and　running　every　stoplight。　The　rearview　was　clear；　but　he　knew　it　wouldn't　take　long　for　the　cops　to　radio　for　backup。
　〃You　might　want　to　try　another　road；〃　Skink　suggested。
　〃You're　a　big　help；〃　Decker　said；　watching　a　bus　loom　ahead。　He　took　a　right　on　Thirty…fifth　Street　and　braked　the　car　so　hard　he　could　smell　burnt　metal。　〃Get　going；〃　he　said　to　Skink。
　〃Are　you　crazy？〃
　〃Get　out！〃
　〃You　get　out；〃　Skink　said。　〃You're　the　dumb　shit　they're　after。〃
　Impatiently　Decker　jammed　the　gearshift　into　park。　〃Look；　all　they　got　me　for　is　agg　assault　and；　after　this；　a　misdemeanor　resisting。　Meanwhile　you're　looking　at　murder…one　if　they　put　it　all　together。〃
　With　a　plastic　crunch　Skink　turned　in　his　seat。　〃What　the　hell　are　you　talking　about？〃
　〃I'm　talking　about　Dickie　Lockhart。〃
　Skink　cackled。　〃You　think　I　killed　him？〃
　〃It　crossed　my　mind；　yeah。〃
　Skink　laughed　some　more；　and　punched　the　dashboard。　He　thought　the　whole　thing　was　hilarious。　He　was　hooting　and　howling　and　kicking　his　feet；　and　all　Decker　wanted　to　do　was　push　him　out　of　the　car　and　get　going。
　〃You　really　don't　know　what　happened；　do　you？〃　Skink　asked；　after　settling　down。
　Decker　killed　the　headlights　and　shrank　down　in　the　driver's　seat。　He　was　a　nervous　wreck；　couldn't　take　his　eyes　off　the　mirrors。　〃What　don't　I　know？〃　he　said　to　Skink。
　〃What　the　goddamn　warrant　says；　you　don't　even　know。　Jim　Tile　got　a　copy；　airmail。　He　read　it　to　me　first　thing　this　morning　and　you　should　hear　what　it　says；　Miami。　Says　you　murdered　Dickie　Lockhart。〃
　〃Me？〃
　〃That's　what　it　says。〃
　Decker　heard　the　first　siren　and　went　cold。
　Skink　said；　〃You　got　set　up；　buddy；　set　up　so　good　it's　almost　a　thing　of　beauty。　The　girl　was　bait。〃
　〃Go　on；〃　Decker　said　thickly。　He　was　trying　to　remember　Lanie's　story；　trying　to　remember　some　of　the　holes。
　〃Don't　even　think　about　turning　yourself　in；〃　Skink　said。　〃Garcia　may　be　your　pal　but　he's　no　magician。　Now　please　let's　get　the　hell　out　of　here　while　we　still　can。　I'll　tell　you　the　rest　as　we　go。〃
　
　They　ditched　the　Plymouth　back　at　the　trailer　park　and　took　a　bus　to　the　airport；　where　Decker　rented　a　white　Thunderbird　from　Avis。　Skink　did　not　approve；　he　said　they　needed　a　four…by…four　truck；　something　on　the　order　of　a　Bronco；　but　the　Avis　people　only　had　cars。
　Sticking　in　the　heavy　traffic；　they　drove　around　Little　Havana　for　two　hours　while　Decker　quizzed　Skink　about　what　had　happened　at　Lake　Maurepas。
　〃Who　whacked　Lockhart？〃　he　asked。
　〃I　don't　know　that；〃　Skink　said。　〃This　is　what　I　do　know；　mostly　from　Jim　Tile　and　a　few　phone　calls。　While　you　were　banging　Gault's　sister；　somebody　clubbed　Dickie　to　death。　First　thing　the　next　morning；　Gault　himself　flies　to　New　Orleans　to　offer　the　cops　a　sworn　statement。　He　tells　them　an　ex…con　photographer　named　Decker　was　trying　to　blackmail　Dickie　over　the　bass　cheating。　Says　you　approached　him　with　some　photographs　and　wanted　a　hundred　K…he　even　had　a　note　in　your　handwriting　to　that　effect。〃
　〃Jesus；〃　Decker　groaned。　It　was　the　note　he　had　written　the　night　Gault　had　fought　with　him…the　note　raising　his　fee　to　one　hundred　thousand　dollars。
　Skink　went　on：　〃Gault　tells　the　cops　that　he　told　you　to　fuck　off；　so　then　you　went　to　Lockhart。　At　first　Dickie　paid　you…thirty　grand　in　all；　Gault　says…〃
　〃Cute；〃　Decker　muttered。　Thirty　had　been　his　advance　on　the　case。
　〃…but　then　Dickie　gets　tired　of　paying　and　says　no　more。　You　go　to　New　Orleans　to　confront　him；　threaten　to　expose　him　at　the　big　tournament。　There's　an　argument；　a　fight　。。。　you　can　script　the　rest。　The　cops　already　have。〃
　〃And　my　alibi　witness　is　the　real　killer's　sister。〃
　〃Lanie　wasted　no　time　giving　an　affidavit；〃　Skink　said。　〃A　very　helpful　lady。　She　says　you　poked　her；　drove　her　back　to　New　Orleans；　and　dropped　her　at　a　hotel。　Says　you　told　her　you　had　to　go　see　Dickie　on　some　business。〃
　〃I　can　pick　'em；〃　Decker　said　mordantly。
　Skink　fidgeted　in　the　car；　his　expression　had　grown　strained。　The　press　of　the　traffic；　the　din　of　the　streets；　bothered　him。　〃Almost　forgot；〃　he　said。　〃They　got　the　blackmail　photographs　too。〃
　〃What　photographs？〃
　〃Of　Dickie　pulling　the　fish　cages；〃　Skink　replied。　〃Beats　me；　too。　You're　the　expert；　figure　it　out。〃
　Decker　was　astounded。　〃They　got　actual　pictures？〃
　〃That's　what　the　DA　says。　Very　sharp　black…and…whites　of　Dickie　doing　the　deed。〃
　〃But　who　took　'em？〃
　〃The　DA　says　you　did。　They　traced　an　empty　box　of　film　to　a　wholesale　shipment　of　Kodak　that　went　to　the　photo　lab　at　the　newspaper。　The　newspaper　says　it　was　part　of　the　batch　you　swiped　on　your　way　out　the　door。〃
　〃I　see。〃　Skink　was　right：　it　was　almost　a　thing　of　beauty。
　Skink　said；　〃Are　you　missing　any　film？〃
　〃I　don't　know。〃
　〃The　junk　we　shot　in　Louisiana；　where's　that？〃
　〃Still　in　my　camera　bag；〃　Decker　said；　〃I　guess。〃
　〃You　guess。〃　Skink　laughed　harshly。　〃You　better　damn　well　find　out；　Miami。　You're　not　the　only　wizard　with　a　darkroom。〃
　Decker　felt　tired；　he　wanted　to　close　his　eyes；　cap　the　lens。　Skink　told　him　they　should　take　U。S。　27　up　to　Alligator　Alley　and　go　west。
　〃We'd　be　safer　in　the　city；〃　Decker　said。　He　didn't　feel　like　driving　the　entire　width　of　the　state；　the　drumbeat　pain　on　his　brainstem　was　unbearable。　The　Alley　would　be　crawling　with　state　troopers；　too；　they　had　an　eye　for　sporty　rental　cars。　〃Where　exactly　did　you　want　to　go？〃　he　asked　Skink。
　〃The　Big　Cypress　is　a　good　place　to　hide。〃　Skink　gave　him　a　sideways　glance。
　〃Not　the　swamp…rat　routine；〃　Decker　said；　〃not　tonight。　Let's　stay　in　town。〃
　〃You　got　somewhere　that's　safe？〃
　〃Maybe。〃
　〃No　hotels；〃　Skink　hissed。
　〃No　hotels。〃
　
　Decker　parked　at　the　curb　and　studied　the　house　silently　for　several　moments。　It　seemed　impressively　large；　even　for　Miami　Shores。　There　were　two　cars；　a　Firebird　and　a　Jaguar　sedan；　parked　in　a　half…circle　gravel　driveway。　The　sabal　palms　and　seagrape　trees　were　bathed　by　soft　orange　spotlights　mounted　discreetly　around　the　Bermuda　lawn。　A　Spanish　archway　framed　the　front　door；　which　was　made　of　a　coffee…colored　wood。　There　were　no　iron　bars　across　the　front　window；　but　Decker　could　see　a　bold　red　sticker　advertising　the　burglar　alarm。
　〃You　gonna　sit　here　and　moon　all　night？〃　Skink　said。
　They　got　out　a