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; puppy; speak!〃
 The festering dog head clung mutely to his arm。
 Thomas Curl shoved the barrel of the pistol into one of the animal's piebald ears。
 〃Please don't;〃 Catherine cried; raising her arms。
 No longer paying even cursory attention to the highway; Thomas glared down at Lucas and bared his own teeth。 〃My daddy said you got to show 'em who's boss。 Dogs is like wives; he said; you can't let 'em have their way once else they run wild。 Ain't that right; Lucas boy?〃
 Again nothing。
 Thomas Curl cocked the pistol。 〃Bad dog; Lucas!〃
 Catherine covered her mouth and let out a muffled little bark。
 Curl grinned and leaned closer。 〃Hear that?〃
 Catherine barked again。 It was better than having him fire a gun inside the car; doing seventy。
 〃That's my puppy;〃 Curl said; oblivious。 He laid the pistol in his lap and patted the crown of the dead dog's head。 〃You good boy; Lucas; I knew all along。〃 
 〃Ruff!〃 said Catherine。
 
 Skink netted more shiners and made Al Garcia practice with the fish until nearly dawn。 Finally they let the monster…beastie rest; and Skink rowed back across Lake Jesup。 As they dragged the skiff ashore; Garcia noticed two cars parked behind Skink's truck at the shack。 One belonged to Trooper Jim Tile。 The other was a tangerine Corvette。
 〃pany;〃 Skink said; removing his raincap。
 The four of them were sitting around the campfire: Decker; Tile; Lanie Gault; and a woman whom Skink did not recognize。 Decker introduced her as Ellen O'Leary。
 〃How's the eye?〃 Jim Tile asked。
 Skink grinned and took off his sunglasses。 〃Good as new;〃 he said。 Everyone felt obliged to say something nice about the owl eye。
 〃You hungry?〃 Skink said。 〃I'll take the truck and find some breakfast。〃
 〃We hit the Mister Donut on the way in;〃 Decker said。
 〃Thank you anyway;〃 Lanie added。
 Skink nodded。 〃I am; sort of;〃 he said。 〃Hungry; I mean。 You please move the cars?〃
 〃Take mine;〃 Lanie said; fishing the keys out of her jeans。 〃Better yet; I'll go with you。〃
 〃Like hell;〃 Decker said。
 〃I don't mind;〃 said Skink; 〃if you don't。〃
 〃No more rope tricks;〃 Lanie said。 It was her cockteasing voice; Decker recognized it。 She got in the passenger side of the Corvette。 Skink squeezed himself behind the wheel。
 〃Hope she likes possum omelets;〃 Decker said。
 Skink and Lanie were gone a long time。
 Al Garcia told Decker the plan; beginning with: 〃The man's totally crazy。〃
 〃Thanks for the bulletin。〃
 Jim Tile said; 〃He knows about things。 You can trust him。〃
 Skink's plan was to crash the big bass tournament and ruin it。 His plan was to sabotage the Lunker Lakes resort on national television。
 Garcia said to Jim Tile: 〃You and me are fishing together。〃
 〃In the tournament?〃
 〃He's already paid our entry fee;〃 Garcia said。 〃The best part is; we're supposed to be hermanos。 Brothers。〃
 Jim Tile shook his head。 He was smiling。 〃I like it。 I don't know why; but I do。〃
 In a faint voice Ellen O'Leary said; 〃You don't look that much alike。〃
 〃In the eyes we do;〃 Garcia said; straight…faced。 〃This is going to be fun。〃
 〃Fun〃 is not the word R。 J。 Pecker would have chosen。 Things had gotten dangerously out of hand; suddenly a one…eyed roadside carnivore with possible brain damage was running the whole program。 Even more astounding; Garcia was going along with it。 Decker couldn't imagine what could have happened while he and Jim Tile were up at Crescent Beach。
 〃This is all fascinating;〃 Decker said; 〃and I wish both of you the best of luck in the tournament; but my immediate problem is Dennis Gault。 Murder…one; remember?〃
 By way of interagency updating; Jim Tile said to Garcia: 〃The sister is taken care of。 As a state's witness; forget it。〃 He held up the tape cassette。
 〃Good work;〃 Garcia said。 He turned to Ellen O'Leary。 〃What about you; miss?〃
 Ellen looked worriedly at Jim Tile。 The trooper said; 〃She can put Tom Curl with Dickie Lockhart right before the murder。〃
 〃Not bad;〃 Garcia said。 〃R。J。; I can't figure what you're so worked up about。 Sounds to me like an easy nolle prosse。〃
 〃If you don't mind;〃 Decker said。 〃Gault set me up on a murder charge。 He also arranged to kill my friend Ott。 At this very moment he's got some halfwit redneck hitman out looking for me。 I would prefer not to wait three or four months for the New Orleans district attorney to settle the issue。〃
 Garcia raised a fleshy brown hand。 〃Yeah; I hear you; chico。 Why don't I just pop big Mr。 Gault at the fish tournament? Irritate the hell out of him; wouldn't it?〃
 〃Good TV; too;〃 Jim Tile remarked。
 〃Pop him for what?〃 Decker asked。
 Garcia paused to light a cigarette。 〃Filing false information; for starters。 He lied to me…I don't like that。 Obstruction; that's another good one。 I haven't used it in years; so why not。〃
 Decker said; 〃It's chickenshit; Al。〃 
 〃Better than nothing;〃 Jim Tile said。
 Garcia watched a blue smoke ring float into the oaks。 〃Best I can do 〃 he said; 〃until we find Tom Curl and have a serious chat with the boy。〃
 〃You think he'll flip?〃 Decker said。
 〃Sure。〃 Al Garcia smiled。 〃If I ask real nice。〃
 
 Skink jacked the Corvette up to ninety on the Gilchrist。 He felt obliged to do it; seeing as how he'd probably never get another chance。 It truly was quite a car。 He loved the way its snout sucked up the road。
 In the passenger seat Lanie tucked her long legs beneath her bottom and turned sideways to watch him drive。 Skink didn't like being watched; but he said nothing。 It had been a long time since he had shared a moment with a beautiful woman; that was one price of hermitage。 He remembered how good judgment went out the window in such times; so he warned himself to be careful; there was work to do。 His head was killing him; too; the pain had returned as soon as he'd gotten off the lake。 A specialist was out of the question。 There was no time。
 Lanie popped a Whitney Houston tape in the cassette player and started keeping time with her bare feet。 Without looking away from the road; Skink reached over and jerked the tape out of the dash。 Then he threw it out the window。
 〃Got any Creedence?〃 he said。
 In the seat Lanie whirled and; through the rear window; watched Whitney Houston bounce and shatter and unspool on the highway。 〃You're crazy;〃 she snapped at Skink。 〃You're buying me a new tape; buster。〃
 Skink wasn't paying attention。 He had spotted something far ahead in the road; a motionless brown lump。 He started braking the sports car; pumping slowly so it wouldn't leave rubber or spin out。 When it finally came to a stop on the shoulder; he flicked on the emergency flashers and got out。 He made sure to take the keys。
 The thing in the road was a dead armadillo。 After a brief examination Skink carried it by its scaly tail back to the Corvette。
 Lanie was aghast。 Skink tossed the carcass in the back and started the car。
 〃Ever had one?〃
 Lanie shook her head violently。
 〃Makes one hell of a gumbo;〃 he said。 〃Use the shell as a tureen; if you do it right。 Holds about two gallons。〃
 Lanie leaned back to see where the armadillo had landed; how much of a mess had been made on the upholstery。
 〃It's fresh; don't worry;〃 Skink said。 He wheeled the Corvette around and headed back。
 〃Okay; who are you? Really。〃
 Skink said; 〃You've seen who I am。〃
 〃Before this;〃 Lanie said。 〃You must have been 。。。 somebody。 I mean; you didn't grow up on roadkills。〃
 〃Unfortunately; no。〃
 Lanie said; 〃I like you。 Your hands especially。 The day we first met I noticed them; when you were tying me with that plastic rope。〃
 〃Fishing line;〃 Skink said; 〃not rope。 I'm glad there's no hard feelings。〃
 〃You can't blame me for being curious。〃
 〃Sure I can。 It's none of your damn business who I am。〃
 〃Shit;〃 Lanie said; 〃you're impossible。〃
 Skink hit the brakes hard and downshifted。 The sports car fishtailed severely and spun off the Gilchrist and came to rest in a field of crackling dry pastureland。
 〃My Vette is now parked in cowshit;〃 Lanie observed; more perturbed than frightened。
 Skink took his hands off the steering wheel。
 〃Want to know who I am? I'm the guy who had a chance to save this place; only I blew it。〃
 〃Save what?〃
 Skink made a circular gesture。 〃Everything。 Everything that counts for anything。 I'm the guy that could have saved it; but instead I ran。 So there's your answer。〃
 〃Clue me in; please。〃
 〃Don't worry; it's ancient history。〃
 Lanie said; 〃Were you famous or something?〃
 Skink just laughed。 He couldn't help it。
 〃What's so funny?〃 she asked。 He had a terrific smile; no doubt about it。
 〃No more damn questions。〃
 〃Just one;〃 Lanie said; moving in。 〃How about a kiss?〃
 It didn't stop at just one; and it didn't stop with just kissing。 Skink was impressed by both her energy and agility…unless you had circus experience; it wasn't easy getting naked in the bucket seat of a Corvette。 Skink himself tore the inseam of his orange weathersuit in the struggle。 Lanie had better luck with her jeans and panties; somehow she even got her long bare legs wrapped around him。 Skink admired her tan; and said so。 She hit a button and the seat slid down to a full recline。
 Once she was on top Lanie allowed her breasts to brush back and forth against Skink's cheeks。 She looked down and saw that he seemed to be enjoying himself。 His huge boots were braced against the dashboard。
 〃What do you like?〃 she asked。
 〃Worldly things。〃
 〃You got it;〃 Lanie said。 〃We're going to do it and then we're going to lie here together and talk; all right?〃
 〃Sure。〃
 She pressed down hard and began to rock her hips。 〃Get to know each other a little better。〃
 〃Fine idea;〃 Skink said。
 Then she leaned down; snuck her tongue in his ear; and said; 〃Leave the sunglasses on; okay?〃
 Even for Lanie Gault; the owl eye would have been a glaring distraction。
 
 Later that afternoon; after Lanie was gone and Jim Tile had stashed Ellen O'Leary at his apartment; Skink took the truck to town。 He came back towing a dented old boat trailer with a sagging rusty axle。 In the flatbed of the pickup truck was a six…horsepower Mercury outboard that had seen brighter days。 There was also a plastic forty…gallon garbage bucket; eight feet of aqu

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