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us generations of Curls had ever seen; yet Thomas was not at peace。 First of all; his brother Lemus was dead; and for a while Thomas had been stuck with the body。 Since he had told everyone; including his daddy; that Lemus had accidentally drowned on a fishing trip to Florida; there was no way he could bring back a body with a bullet hole in the head。 People would ask many questions; and answering questions was not Thomas Curl's strong suit。 So; after discovering Lemus' turtle…eaten corpse on the fish stringer in Morgan Slough; and mulling it over for two days; Thomas decided what the hell and just buried his brother in a dry sandy grave on some pastureland east of the Gilchrist。 The whole time he worked with the shovel; he had a feeling that every turkey buzzard in Florida was wheeling in the sky overhead; waiting to make a smorgasbord of Lemus' remains。 Afterward Thomas took off his bass cap and stood by the grave and tried to remember a prayer。 The only one he could think of began: 〃Now I lay me down to sleep 。。。 〃 Close enough。
 Almost every night Thomas Curl reflected sadly on how Lemus had died; how he had let him dash off into the scrub by himself; and how all of a sudden he didn't hear Lemus' Ruger anymore。 And how Thomas had panicked and leapt into the green pickup and taken off; pretty sure that his brother was already dead…and how he'd returned with a borrowed coon dog and found some heavy tracks and blood; but no body。 At that moment he had expected never to see his brother again; and later at the slough was horrified to the point of nausea。 On orders Thomas had gone there to check on things; just to make sure the nigger cop hadn't found Ott Pickney's body。 But there was poor Lemus; strung up in the black water with the other one; and it was then Thomas Curl realized the dangerous magnitude of the opposition。 Thomas was not the brightest human being in the world; but he knew a message when he saw one。
 So he had buried Lemus; torched Ott Pickney's body in a phony truck accident; and driven straight back to New Orleans; where; again; things didn't go as smoothly as he'd hoped。 Thomas expressed the view that he shouldn't be blamed for every little loose end; and was curtly instructed to return to Florida immediately。 Not Harney; either; but Miami。
 Thomas Curl was not wild about Miami。 Back when he was still boxing he had trained one summer at the Fifth Street Gym; out on the beach。 He remembered staying in a ratty pink hotel with two other middleweights; and he remembered getting drunk on Saturday nights and; out of sheer boredom; beating the shit out of skinny Cuban refugees who lived in the city parks。 Thomas remembered Miami as a hot and unfriendly place; but then again; he was young and homesick and broke。 Now he was grown…up; thirty…five pounds heavier; and rolling in new money。
 To boost his spirits; Thomas Curl splurged and got a room at the Grand Bay Hotel。 The room came with a fruit basket and a sunken bathtub。 He was sucking on a nectarine and soaking in the tub when Dennis Gault called back。
 Thomas Curl said; 〃Hey; they got a phone in the goddamn John。〃
 〃Wele to the city; Jethro。〃 Gault was in a brusque mood。 Dealing with this moron was at least two notches below dealing with Decker。 Gault said; 〃A cop came to see me。〃
 Thomas Curl spit the nectarine pit into his soapy hand。 〃Yeah? They caught 'em yet?〃
 〃No;〃 Gault said; 〃but the way things are shaping up; maybe it's best if they don't。〃
 〃Hell you mean?〃
 Gault said; 〃This cop; fucking Cuban; he doesn't believe a word I say。〃
 〃Who cares; long as New Orleans believes you。〃
 〃Ever heard of extradition?〃 Gault snapped。 〃This guy can cause us major problems; son。 He can keep Decker away from the Louisiana people a long time。 Sit on him for weeks; listen to his story; maybe even buy it。〃
 〃No way;〃 Curl said。
 〃We can't take the chance; Thomas。〃
 〃I done enough for you。〃
 Gault said; 'This one's not for me; it's for your brother。〃
 In the tub Thomas reached over and turned on the hot water。 He was careful not to get the telephone wet; in case it might electrocute him。
 Gault said; 〃I need you to find Decker。 Before the cops。〃
 〃What about that crazy gorilla?〃
 〃They probably split up by now。〃
 〃I don't want to fuck with him。 Culver said he's mean as a moccasin。〃
 Gault said; 〃Culver's afraid of a tit in the dark。 Besides; from what Elaine says; Skink isn't the type to stick with Decker。 They probably split up; like I said。〃
 Thomas Curl was not convinced。 He remembered the neatly centered bullet hole in his brother's forehead。
 〃What's the pay?〃
 〃Same as before;〃 Gault said。
 〃Double if I got to deal with the gorilla。〃
 〃Hell; you ought to do it for free;〃 Gault said。 Greed was truly a despicable vice; he thought。 〃For Christ's sake; Thomas; these are the guys who killed Lemus。 One or both; it's up to you。 Decker's the one that worries me most。 He's the one that could hurt us in court。 We're talking hard time; too。〃
 Thomas Curl did not like the idea of being sent to the state penitentiary even for a day。 There was also something powerfully attractive; even romantic; about avenging his brothers death。
 〃Where do I start?〃 he asked。
 〃Way behind; unfortunately;〃 Gault said。 〃Decker's already running。 The trick is to find out where; because he sure as hell won't be ing your way。〃
 〃Not unless I got somethin' he wants;〃 said Thomas Curl。
 
 Catherine said: 〃This won't work; not with him in the bathroom。〃 She got out of bed and began to dress。
 From behind the bathroom door; a voice grumped: 〃Pay no attention to me。〃
 Decker dolefully watched Catherine button her blouse。 This is what I get; he thought; exactly what I deserve。 He said to her; 〃This man's a distraction; you're right。〃
 〃I don't know what I was thinking;〃 Catherine said; stepping into a pink slip。 〃James is furious as it is; and now I'm an hour late。〃
 〃Sorry;〃 Decker said。
 〃Here; give me a hand with this zipper。〃
 〃Nice skirt;〃 Decker said。 〃It's silk; isn't it?〃
 〃I can't stand these damn zippers on the side。〃
 Decker peeked at the label。 〃Jesus; Catherine; a Gucci。〃
 She frowned。 〃Stop it; R。J。 I know what you're up to。〃
 As always。
 Decker rolled out of bed and groped around the floor for his jeans。 It was dark outside; time to go。 Muffled scraping noises emanated from the bathroom。 Decker couldn't imagine what Skink was doing in there。
 Catherine brushed out her hair; put on some pale pink lipstick。
 〃You look positively beatific;〃 Decker said。 〃Pure as the driven snow。〃
 〃No thanks to you。〃 She turned from the mirror and took his hands。 〃I'd give anything to forget about you; you bastard。〃
 Decker said; 〃Could try hypnosis。 Or hallucinogens。〃
 Catherine put her arms around him。 〃Cut the bullshit; pal; it's all right to be scared。 This is the most trouble you've ever been in。〃
 〃I believe so;〃 Decker said。
 Catherine kissed him on the neck。 〃Watch out for yourself; Rage。 And him too。〃
 〃We'll be fine。〃 He handed Catherine her Louis Vuitton purse and her one…hundred…percent…cashmere sweater。
 Before she walked out the door she said; 〃I just want you to know; it wouldn't have been a mercy fuck。 It would have been the real thing。〃
 Decker said; 〃I got that impression; yeah。〃
 He couldn't believe how much he still loved her。
 
 Somehow Skink had wedged himself between the bathroom sink and the toilet; pressed his bulk into a massive; musty cube on the tile floor。 At first Decker couldn't even pinpoint the location of his head; the wheezing seemed to e from under the toilet tank。 Decker knelt down and saw Skink's scaly face staring out from behind the water pipes。 He looked like a bearded iguana。
 〃Why'd you turn on the light?〃 he asked。
 〃So I wouldn't step on your vital organs。〃
 〃Worse things could happen;〃 Skink said。
 Freud would have a picnic; Decker thought。 〃Look; captain; we've got to get going。〃
 〃I'm safe right here;〃 Skink observed。
 〃Not really;〃 Decker said。 〃You're hiding under a toilet in a hundred…dollar beachfront hotel room。 Someone's bound to plain。〃
 〃You think?〃
 Decker nodded patiently。 〃It's much safer back in Harney;〃 he said。 〃If we leave now; we'll be back at the lake by midnight。〃
 〃You mean it?〃
 〃Yes。〃
 〃I'll kill you; Miami; if this is a trap。 I'll fucking cut out your bladder and wring it in your hair。〃
 〃It's no trap;〃 Decker said。 〃Let's go。〃
 It took forty…five minutes to disengage Skink from the plumbing。 In the process the sink snapped clean off its legs; Decker left it lying on the bed。
 
 In the lobby of the hotel he rented a Ford Escort。 He got it out of the underground parking and pulled around back to the hotel's service entrance; where Skink was waiting by the dumpsters。 As Skink got in the car; Decker noticed something white tucked under one arm。
 〃Whatcha got there?〃 he said。
 〃Seagull。〃 Skink held up the limp bird by its curled orange feet。 〃Hasn't been dead more than ten minutes。 I scarfed it off the grille of that seafood truck。〃
 〃Lucky us;〃 Decker said thinly。
 〃You hungry? We can stop and make a fire once we get out of this traffic。〃
 〃Let's wait; okay?〃
 〃Sure;〃 Skink said。 〃It'll keep for a couple hours。〃
 Decker headed west from the beach on the Seventeenth Street Causeway; past Port Everglades and the Ocean World aquarium。 It was typical January beach traffic; bumper…to…bumper nitwits as far as the eye could see。 Every other car had New York plates。
 Skink fit the dead bird into the glove partment and covered it with a copy of the rental agreement。 He seemed in a much better mood already。 He put on his sunglasses and flowered shower cap; and turned around to get his fluorescent rainsuit from the back seat。 Through the rear window he noticed a dark blue Chrysler sedan following two car…lengths behind。 He spotted a plastic bubble on the dashboard; not flashing; but a bubble just the same。 The driver's face was obscured by the tinted windshield; but a red dot bobbed at mouth…level。
 〃Your buddy Garcia smoke?〃
 Decker checked the rearview。 〃Oh; shit;〃 he said。
 Skink struggled into the rainsuit; adjusted his sunglasses; and said; 〃Well; Miami; what's it going to be?〃
 The blue light on the Chry

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