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k like he cared?
 〃He really loved me;〃 Lanie volunteered。
 〃Of course he did;〃 Decker said。 The Corvette was proof。 A greater love hath no man than an orange sports car with a T…top and mag wheels。
 〃I hope you find out what really happened;〃 she said。 〃That's why you're here; isn't it? Well; you're going to earn your fee on this one。〃
 Then she walked away。 R。 J。 Decker found himself concentrating on the way she moved。 It was a dazzlingly lascivious walk; with a sway of the hips that suggested maybe a little booze for breakfast。 Decker had done worse things than admire a woman's legs at a funeral; but he knew he should have been thinking about something else。 Why; for example; the grieving mistress knew more about him than he knew about her。 He got up and strolled after her。 When he called her name; Lanie turned; smiled; didn't stop walking。 By the time Decker caught up she was already in the Corvette; door locked。
 She waved once through the tinted windows; then sped off; nearly peeling rubber over his feet。
 
 When Decker got back to the grave; Ott Pickney was finishing his interview。
 He nodded good…bye to Clarisse。 〃A cold woman;〃 he said to Decker。 〃Something tells me Bobby spent too much time on the lake。〃
 As they walked to the truck; Decker asked about the fishing rod in the coffin。
 〃Looked like a beauty;〃 Ott agreed。
 〃Yes; but I was wondering;〃 Decker said。 〃Guy goes fishing early one morning; flips his boat; falls in the lake 。。。 〃
 〃Yeah?〃
 〃How'd they ever find the rod?〃
 Ott shrugged。 〃Hell; R。J。; how do I know? Maybe they snagged it off the bottom。〃
 〃Thirty feet of brown water? I don't think so。〃
 〃Okay; maybe he didn't bring it with him。 Maybe he left it at home。〃
 〃But it was his favorite rig。〃
 〃What are you getting at?〃
 〃I just think it's odd。〃
 〃Bass fanatics like Bobby Clinch got a hundred fishing poles; R。J。; a new favorite every day。 Whatever catches a lunker。〃
 〃Maybe you're right。〃
 〃You need to relax;〃 Ott said; 〃you really do。〃
 They climbed in the Toyota and like clockwork Pickney lit up a Camel。 He couldn't do it outdoors; in the fresh air; Decker thought; it had to be in a stuffy cab。 He felt like getting out and hiking back to the motel。 Give himself some time to think about this Lanie business。
 〃Clarisse didn't give me diddly for this story;〃 Ott plained。 〃A bitter; bitter woman。 I'd much rather have been interviewing your saucy new friend。〃
 Decker said; 〃Who was she; anyway?〃
 〃A very hot number;〃 Ott said。 〃Don't tell me she's already got your dick in a knot。〃
 〃She seemed to know who I am。 Or at least what I do。〃
 〃I'm not surprised。〃
 〃She said her name was Lanie。〃
 〃Lovely; lovely Lanie;〃 Ott sang。 
 〃Then you know her。〃
 〃R。J。; everybody knows Lanie Gault。 Her brother's one of the biggest bass fishermen in the country。〃
 
 Dickie Lockhart missed the big funeral because he had to fly to New Orleans and meet with his boss。
 The boss was the Reverend Charles Weeb; president; general manager; and spiritual mander of the Outdoor Christian Network; which syndicated Dickie Lockhart's television show。
 Lockhart was not a remotely religious person…each Sunday being occupied by fishing…so he'd never bothered to ascertain precisely which denomination was espoused by the Reverend Charles Weeb。 Whenever the two men met; Weeb never mentioned sin; God; Jesus Christ; the Virgin Mary; or any of the A…list apostles。 Instead Weeb mainly talked about ratings and revenues and why some of Lockhart's big sponsors were going soft on him。 During these discussions the Reverend Charles Weeb often became exercised and tossed around terms like 〃shithead〃 and 〃cocksucker〃 more freely than any preacher Dickie Lockhart had ever met。
 Two or three times a year; Lockhart would be summoned to New Orleans for a detailed review of Fish Fever; Lockhart's immensely popular television show。 The Reverend Charles Weeb; who naturally had his own evangelical show on the Outdoor Christian Network; seemed to possess an unmon interest in Lockhart's low…budget fishing travelogue。
 On the day of Bobby Clinch's funeral the two men met in a pink suite in a big hotel on Chartres Street。 The room was full of fruit baskets and plimentary bottles of booze。 On a credenza by the door stood an odd collection of tiny statuary…plastic dashboard saints that various hotel workers had dropped off so that the Reverend Weeb might bestow a small blessing; if he had time。
 〃Nutty Catholics;〃 Weeb grumbled。 〃Only know how to do two things…screw and beg forgiveness。〃
 〃Can I have an apple?〃 Dickie Lockhart asked。
 〃No;〃 said Charles Weeb。 He wore an expensive maroon jogging suit that he'd bought for cash on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills。 As always; his straw…blond hair looked perfect。 Weeb also had straw…blond eyebrows which; Dickie Lockhart guessed; were bed with as much care as the hair。
 Weeb propped his Reeboks on the coffee table; slipped on a pair of reading glasses; and scanned the latest Nielsens。
 〃Not too terrible;〃 he said。
 〃Thank you;〃 Lockhart said。 Meetings were not his strong suit; he was already daydreaming about Bourbon Street; and what might happen later。
 〃You want to explain Macon?〃 Charlie Weeb said; peering over the rims。
 Lockhart shrank into the sofa。 He had no idea what the boss was talking about。 Had he missed a fishing tournament? Maybe a promotional gig for one of the top sponsors? Wasn't Macon where Happy Gland Fish Scent was manufactured?
 〃Macon;〃 Weeb sighed。 His tone was that of a disappointed parent。 〃We lost Macon to that shiteating cocksucker。〃
 〃Spurling?〃
 〃Who else!〃 Weeb crumpled the Nielsens。
 Ed Spurling hosted a show called Fishin' with Fast Eddie; which was broadcast by satellite to one hundred and seventeen television stations。 One more; counting Macon。
 In the fierce battle for TV bass…fishing supremacy; Ed Spurling was Dickie Lockhart's blood rival。
 〃Macon;〃 Dickie said morosely。 Georgia was damn good bass country; too。
 〃So it's one hundred twenty…five stations to one…eighteen;〃 the Reverend Charles Weeb remarked。 〃Too damn close for fort。〃
 〃But we've got some overlap;〃 Lockhart noted。 〃Mobile; Gulfport; and Fort Worth。〃
 Weeb nodded。 〃Little Rock too;〃 he said。
 These were cable systems that carried both bass programs; a few markets could easily support more than one。
 〃Guess I forgot to tell you;〃 Weeb said。 〃You lost the dinnertime slot in Little Rock。 They bumped you to Sunday morning; after Ozark Bowling。〃
 Lockhart groaned。 Spurling's lead…in was Kansas City Royals baseball; a blockbuster。 It didn't seem fair。
 〃You see what's happening;〃 the reverend said darkly。
 〃But the show's doing good。 Did you see the one from Lake Jackson?〃
 〃Shaky lens work。〃 Weeb sneered。 〃Looked like your video ace had the DTs。〃
 〃We do our best;〃 the fisherman muttered; 〃on a thousand lousy bucks per episode。〃 That was the Fish Fever budget; excluding Dickie Lockhart's salary。 Travel money was so tight that Lockhart drove a Winnebago between locations to save on motels。
 Weeb said; 〃Your show needs a damn good jolt。〃
 〃I caught three ten…pounders at Lake Jackson!〃
 〃Spurling's got a new theme song;〃 Weeb went on。 〃Banjos。 Mac Davis on the vocals。 Have you heard it?〃
 Lockhart shook his head。 He wasn't much for arguing with the boss; but sometimes pride got the best of him。 He asked Charles Weeb; 〃Did you see the latest BBRs?〃
 Published by Bass Blasters magazine; the Bass Blasters Ratings (BBR) ranked the country's top anglers。 The BBR was to bass fishing what the Nielsens were to the TV networks。
 〃Did you notice who's number one?〃 Dickie Lockhart asked。 〃Again?〃
 〃Yeah。〃 Weeb took his sneakers off the coffee table and sat up。 〃It's a good fucking thing; too; because right now all we got going for us is your name; Dickie。 You're a winner and viewers like winners。 'Course; I see where Mr。 Spurling won himself a tournament in mid…Tennessee…〃
 〃The minor leagues; Reverend Weeb。 I smoked him at the Atlanta Classic。 He finished eighth; and no keepers。〃
 Weeb stood up and smoothed the wrinkles from his expensive jogging suit。 Then he sat down again。 〃As I said; we're very pleased you're on top。 I just hate to see you slipping; that's all。 It happens; if you're not careful。 Happens in business; happens in fishing too。 One and the same。〃
 Weeb tore open a fruit basket and tossed Lockhart an apple。 Lockhart felt like telling Weeb how much his jogging suit looked like K…Mart pajamas。
 The Reverend Charles Weeb said; 〃This is the majors; Dickie。 If you don't win; you get benched。〃 He took off his glasses。 〃I truly hope you keep winning。 In fact; I strongly remend it。〃
 On this matter; of course; Dickie Lockhart was way ahead of him。
 
 Decker honked twice as he drove up to Skink's shack。 Short; polite honks。 The last thing he wanted to do was surprise a man in a shooting mood。
 The shack had a permanent lean; and looked as if a decent breeze could flatten it。 Except for the buzz of horseflies; the place stood silent。 Decker stuck his hands in his pockets and walked down to the lake。 Across the water; several hundred yards away; a sleek boat drifted with two fishermen; plugging the shoreline。 Every time one of them cast his lure; the shiny monofilament made a gossamer arc over the water before settling to the surface。 The pointed raspberry hull of the fishermen's boat glistened under the noon sun。 Decker didn't even bother to try a shout。 If Skink were fishing; he'd be alone。 And never in a boat like that。
 Decker trudged back to the shack and sat on the porch。 Seconds later he heard a cracking noise overhead; and Skink dropped out of an old pine tree。
 He got up off the ground and said; 〃I'm beginning not to despise you。〃
 〃Nice to hear;〃 Decker said。
 〃You didn't go inside。〃
 〃It's not my house;〃 Decker said。
 〃Precisely;〃 Skink grumped; clomping onto the porch。 〃Some people would've gone in anyway。〃
 Daylight added no nuances or definition to Skink's appearance。 Today he wore camouflage fatigues; sunglasses; and a flowered shower cap from which sprouted the long braid of silver…gray hair。
 He poured coffee for Decker; but none for himself。
 〃I got fresh rabbit for lunch;〃

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