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lking　is　her　second…favorite　thing。〃　Gault　flashed　Garcia　a　sly；　frat…house　sort　of　look。　Garcia　thought　this　showed　real　class；　a　millionaire　pimping　his　own　sister。　With　each　passing　minute　the　homicide　detective　was　growing　to　doubt　Mr。　Gault's　character。
　He　said；　〃Maybe　Decker　was　just　bragging。〃
　〃Bragging；　passing　the　time；　waiting　for　his　dick　to　get　hard　again；　I　don't　know。　Whatever　the　reason；　he　told　Elaine。〃　Gault　took　Garcia's　coffee　cup。　〃What　about　Decker's　partner；　this　Skink　maniac？〃
　〃We　don't　even　know　his　real　name；〃　Garcia　said。
　〃He's　a　nut　case；　I've　met　him。　Tell　your　boys　to　be　damn　careful。〃
　〃You　bet；〃　Garcia　said；　rising。　〃Thanks　for　the　coffee。　You've　been　most　helpful。〃
　Gault　twirled　the　sash　of　his　robe　as　he　walked　the　detective　to　the　door。　〃As　you　can　tell；　I　had　no　love　for　Dickie　Lockhart。　If　anything　else　had　happened　to　him…a　plane　crash；　prostate　cancer；　AIDS…you　wouldn't　have　heard　a　peep　out　of　me。　Hell；　I　would've　thrown　a　party。　But　murder…not　even　a　cheating　motherfucker　like　Dickie　deserved　to　be　murdered　in　cold　blood。　That's　why　I　went　to　the　police。〃
　〃Sort　of　a　civic　duty；〃　Garcia　said。
　〃Exactly。〃　Before　Gault　said　good…bye；　something　occurred　to　him：　It　would　be　best　to　end　the　interview　on　a　light　and　friendly　note。　He　said　to　Garcia；　〃You're　from　Cuba；　right？〃
　〃A　long　time　ago。〃
　〃There's　some　hellacious　fishing　down　there；　south　of　Havana。　Castro　himself　is　a　nut　for　largemouth　bass；　did　you　know　that？〃
　〃I　read　something　about　it。〃
　Gault　said；　〃For　years　I've　been　trying　to　pull　some　strings　and　wrangle　an　invitation；　but　it's　damn　tough　in　my　position。　I'm　in　the　sugar　business；　as　you　know。　The　Bearded　One　doesn't　send　us　many　valentines。〃
　〃Well；　you're　the　petition；〃　Garcia　said。
　〃Still；　I'm　dying　to　try　for　a　Cuban　bass。　I've　heard　stories　of　sixteen…；　eighteen…pound　hawgs。　What's　the　name　of　that　famous　lake？〃
　Garcia　said；　〃I　forget。〃
　〃Did　you　do　much　fishing；〃　Gault　asked；　〃when　you　lived　there？〃
　〃I　was　just　a　small　boy；〃　Garcia　said。　〃My　great…uncle　did　some　fishing；　though。〃
　〃Is　that　right？〃
　〃He　was　a　mullet　man。〃
　〃Oh。〃
　〃He　sold　marlin　baits　to　Hemingway。〃
　〃No　shit！〃　Dennis　Gault　said。　Now　he　was　impressed。　〃I　saw　a　movie　about　Hemingway　once；〃　he　said。　〃Starred　that　Patton　guy。〃
　
　Back　at　police　headquarters；　Al　Garcia　sat　down　at　his　desk　and　slipped　a　cassette　into　a　portable　tape　recorder。　The　date　of　January　7　had　been　written　in　pencil　on　the　label　of　the　cassette。　It　was　one　of　three　used　in　R。　J。　Decker's　answering　machine。　Garcia　had　picked　them　up　at　the　trailer　after　he　got　the　search　warrant。
　He　closed　the　door　to　his　office；　and　turned　the　volume　on　the　tape　machine　up　to　number　ten　on　the　dial。　Then　he　lit　a　cigarette　and　pressed　the　Play　button。
　There　were　a　few　seconds　of　scratchy　blank　tape；　followed　by　the　sound　of　a　phone　ringing。　The　fourth　ring　was　interrupted　by　a　metallic　click　and　the　sound　of　R。　J。　Decker's　voice：　〃I'm　not　home　now。　Please　leave　a　message　at　the　tone。〃
　The　first　caller　was　a　woman：　〃Rage；　it's　me。　James　is　on　another　trip　and　I'm　in　the　mood　for　pasta。　How　about　Rita's　at　nine？〃
　In　his　notebook　Garcia　wrote：　Ex…wife。
　The　second　caller　was　also　a　woman：　〃R。J。；　it's　Barbara。　I'm　sorry　about　canceling　the　other　night。　How　about　a　drink　later　to　make　up　for　it？〃
　Garcia　wrote：　Some　girl。
　The　third　caller　was　a　man：　〃Mr。　Decker；　you　probably　don't　know　me　but　I　know　of　you。　I　need　a　private　investigator；　and　you　e　highly　remended。　Call　me　as　soon　as　possible…I　guarantee　it'll　be　worth　your　time。　The　number　is　555…3400。　The　name　is　Dennis　Gault。〃
　In　his　notebook　Al　Garcia　wrote：　Bad　guy。
　
　For　several　days　Decker　and　Skink　stayed　inside　the　hotel　room；　waiting　for　things　to　cool　off。　Decker　had　done　what　he　could　over　the　phone；　and　was　eager　to　get　on　the　road。　For　his　part；　Skink　had　shrunk　into　a　silent　and　lethargic　melancholy；　and　exhibited　no　desire　to　do　anything　or　go　anywhere。
　Finally；　the　afternoon　Catherine　arrived；　Skink　briefly　came　to　life。　He　went　outside　and　stood　on　the　beach　and　started　shooting　at　jetliners　on　final　approach　to　the　Fort　Lauderdale…Hollywood　airport。
　Catherine　had　shown　up　with　a　recent　stock　prospectus　from　the　Outdoor　Christian　Network；　which　was　listed　on　the　New　York　exchange　as　Outdoor　ChristNet。　Decker　was　no　whiz　when　it　came　to　stocks；　so　he　had　telephoned　a　reporter　friend　on　the　business　desk　of　the　Miami　Sun。　The　reporter　had　done　a　search　on　OCN　in　the　newsroom　puter　and　e　up　with　some　interesting　clips；　which　Catherine　had　picked　up　before　she　left　Miami。　From　the　file　it　was　obvious　that　OCN's　rapid　growth　in　the　Sun　Belt　cable　market　had　flooded　the　pany　with　fluid　capital；　capital　which　the　Reverend　Charles　Weeb　and　his　advisers　were　plowing　pell…mell　into　Florida　real　estate。　The　prospectus　made　several　tantalizing　references　to　an　〃exciting　new　waterfront　development　targeted　for　middle…ine　family　home　buyers〃　but　neglected　to　mention　the　protracted　and　somewhat　shady　process　by　which　Lunker　Lakes　had　escaped　all　zoning　regulations　known　to　man。　The　word　〃kickback；〃　for　example；　appeared　nowhere　in　the　stock　brochure。　The　newspaper　articles　dwelt　on　this　aspect　of　the　controversial　project；　and　indeed　it　was　the　only　angle　that　seemed　to　interest　Skink　in　the　slightest。　He　asked　where　exactly　Lunker　Lakes　would　be　located；　then　took　the　prospectus　and　newspaper　clippings　from　Decker's　hands　and　read　them　closely。
　Then　he　pulled　the　flowered　shower　cap　down　tight　on　his　hair；　excused　himself　with　a　mumble；　walked　outside；　and　waited　on　the　beach。　The　first　ining　jet　was　an　Eastern　727　from　La　Guardia；　the　second　was　a　United　DC…10　from　Chicago　via　St。　Louis；　the　third　was　a　Bahamas　Air　shuttle　carrying　day　gamblers　back　from　Freeport。　None　of　the　airliners　went　down　or　even　smoked；　though　Skink　was　sure　he　dinged　the　bellies　a　couple　of　times。　The　noise　of　the　gunfire　was　virtually　smothered　by　the　roar　of　the　jets　and　the　heavy…metal　wail　of　Bon　Jovi　from　some　teenybopper's　boom　box。　In　all　Skink　got　off　eleven　rounds　from　the　nine…millimeter　Browning　before　he　spied　the　lifeguard's　Jeep　speeding　toward　him　down　the　beach。　The　Jeep　was　at　least　three…quarters　of　a　mile　away；　giving　Skink　plenty　of　time　to　jog　back　to　the　hotel；　duck　into　a　john　in　the　lobby；　and　work　on　his　appearance。
　When　he　got　back　to　the　room；　the　shower　cap　and　sunglasses　were　in　his　pocket；　the　orange　rainsuit　was　folded　under　one　arm；　and　his　long　braid　of　hair　was　tucked　down　the　back　of　his　shirt。　R。　J。　Decker　asked　what　happened　and　Skink　told　him。
　〃Excellent；〃　Decker　said。　〃Let's　see；　by　my　estimate　that　means　we're　now　wanted　by　the　Metro…Dade　police；　the　highway　patrol；　the　marine　patrol；　and　now　the　FAA　and　FBI。　Am　I　leaving　anybody　out？〃
　Skink　settled　listlessly　on　the　floor。
　Catherine　said；　〃R。J。；　you've　got　to　get　him　out　of　the　city。〃
　Decker　said；　〃My　father；　rest　his　soul；　would　be　so　proud　to　know　that　he　raised　a　fugitive。　Not　every　FBI　man　can　make　that　claim。〃
　〃I'm　sorry；〃　Skink　sighed。
　It　was　the　most　pathetic　thing　Decker　had　ever　heard　him　say…and　in　one　way　the　scariest。　Skink　acted　like　he　was　on　the　brink　of　losing　it。　Decker　leaned　over　and　said；　〃Captain；　why　were　you　shooting　at　airplanes？〃
　〃Look　who　they're　bringing；〃　Skink　said。　〃They're　bringing　the　suckers　to　Lunker　Lakes。　The　Reverend　Weeb's　lucky　lemmings。〃　He　seemed　out　of　breath。　He　motioned　for　Catherine　to　hand　him　the　OCN　prospectus。　With　a　brown　crusty　finger　he　went　down　the　names　of　directors。
　〃These　guys；〃　he　said　hoarsely。　〃I　know　a　few。〃
　〃From　where？〃　Catherine　asked。
　〃It's　not　important。　Twenty…nine　thousand　units　in　the　Everglades　is　what's　important。　Christian　city；　my　ass。　It's　the　crime　of　the　damn　century。　These　guys　are　like　cockroaches；　you　can't　fucking　get　rid　of　'em。〃
　Decker　said；　〃It's　too　late；　captain。　Dredging　started　a　year　ago。〃
　〃Jesus；〃　Skink　said；　biting　his　lip。　He　put　on　his　sunglasses　and　bowed　his　head。　He　didn't　look　up　for　some　time。　Decker/glanced　over　at　Catherine。　She　was　right：　they　had　to　get　Skink　back　to　the　woods。
　From　the　hallway　came　sounds　of　men　talking　but　trying　not　to　be　heard。　Then　a　knock　on　the　door　to　the　next　room；　another　knock　across　the　hall。
　〃Hotel　security；〃　a　male　voice　said。
　R。　J。　Decker　motioned　Skink　toward　the　bathroom。　He　nodded　and　crab…walked　across　the　floor；　shutting　the　door　behind　him。　Quickly　Decker　peeled　off　his　shirt　and　drew　the　shades。　〃Take　off　your　shoes；〃　he　whispered　to　Catherine；　〃and　lie　down　here　on　the　bed。〃　She　figured　out　the　plan　immediately。　She　was　down　to　bra　and　panties　and　under　the　covers　before　Decker　even　got　a　good　peek。
　A　man　knocked　three　times　on　the　door。
　〃Whoze　it？〃　Decker　hollered。　〃Go　'way。〃
　〃Hotel　security；　please　open　up。〃
　〃We're　sleeping！〃
　Another　voice：　〃Police！〃
　Decker　stomped　to　the　door　as　noisily　as　possible。　He　cracked　it　just　enough　to　give　the　men　a　narrow　view　of　Catherine　in　the　bed。
　〃What's　the　problem？〃　Decker　demanded。
　A　blue…suited　young　man　with　a　walkie…talkie　stood　next　to　a　disinterested　uniformed　cop。　The　security　man　said；　〃Sir；　there　was　an　incident　out　on　the　beach。　A　man　with　a　gun…nobody　was　hurt。〃
　〃That's　damn　good　to　hear；〃　Decker　said　impatiently。
　The　cop　said；　〃You　haven't　seen　anyone　unusual　up　on　this　floor？〃
　〃For　the　last　couple　hours　I　haven't　seen　nuthin'；〃　Decker　said；　〃except　stars。〃　He　nodded　over　his　shoulder；　toward　Catherine。　The　security　man　looked　a　little　embarrassed。
　The　policeman　said；　〃Big　scruffy　guy　with　a　bright　hat　and　pony…tail。　Witnesses　saw　him　run　into　this　hotel；　so　we're　suggesting　that　all　guests　stay　in　their　rooms　for　a　while。〃
　〃Don't　you　worry；〃　Decker　said。
　〃Just　for　a　while；〃　the　security　man　added；　〃until　they　catch　him。〃
　When　Decker　shut　the　door；　Catherine　sat　up　in　bed　and　said；　〃Stars？　You　saw　stars？〃
　〃Don't　you　dare　move；〃　Decker　said；　diving　headfirst　into　the　sheets。
　
　Thomas　Curl　was　not　a　happy　man。　In　the　past　few　weeks　he　had　made　more　money　than　he　or　three　previous　generations　of　Curls　had　ever　seen；　yet　Thomas　was　not　at　peace。　First　of　all；　his　brother　Lemus