chiaasen.stormyweather-第26部分

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　There　was　no　reply。　Max　Lamb　saw；　in　the　yellow　flicker　of　the　lantern；　a　smile　cross　the　crazy　man's　face。
　
　〃You　seriously　don't　want　any　ransom？〃
　
　〃I　didn't　say　that。　Money　is　what　I　don't　want。〃
　
　〃Then　what？〃　Max　flicked　his　cigaret　into　the　water。　〃Tell　me　what　the　hell　it's　all　about。　I'm　sick　of　this　game；　I　really　am！〃
　
　Skink　was　amused　by　the　display　of　anger。　Maybe　there　was　hope　for　the　precious　little　bastard。　〃What　I　want；〃　he　said　to　Max　Lamb；　〃is　to　spend　some　time　with　your　wife。　She　intrigues　me。〃
　
　〃In　what　Way？〃
　
　〃Clinically。　Anthropologically。　What　in　the　world　does　she　see　in　you？　How　do　you　two　fit？〃　Skink　gave　a　mischievous　wink。　〃I　like　mysteries。〃
　
　〃If　you　touch　her…〃
　
　〃What　a　brave　young　stud！〃
　
　Max　Lamb　took　two　steps　toward　the　madman；　but　froze　when　Skink　raised　a　hand　to　his　own　throat。　The　collar！　Max　felt　a　hot　sizzle　shoot　from　his　scalp　down　the　length　of　his　spine。　Instantly　he　foresaw　himself　hopping　like　a　puppet。　Had　he　known　that　the　battery　in　the　Tri…Tronics　remote　control　had　been　dead　for　the　past　six　hours；　it　wouldn't　have　softened　his　reaction。　He　was　a　slave　to　his　subconscious。　He　had　e　to　understand　that　the　anticipation　of　pain　was　more　immobilizing　than　the　pain　itself…though　the　knowledge　didn't　help　him。
　
　When　Max　settled　down；　Skink　assured　him　he　had　no　carnal　interest　in　his　wife。　〃Christ；　I'm　not　trying　to　get　laid；　I'm　trying　to　figure　out　man's　place　in　the　food　chain。〃　His　long　arms　swept　an　arc　across　the　stars。　〃A　riddle　of　the　times；　Tourist　Boy。　Five　thousand　years　ago　we're　doodling　on　the　walls　of　caves。　Today　we're　writing　odes　to　fruit…flavored　douche。〃
　
　〃It's　a　job；〃　Max　Lamb　replied　petulantly。　〃Get　over　it。〃
　
　Skink　yawned　like　a　gorged　hyena。　〃That's　a　damn　big　engine　ing。　I　hope　your　Bonnie　wasn't　foolish　enough　to　call　the　police。〃
　
　〃I　warned　her　not　to。〃
　
　Skink　went　on：　〃My　opinion　about　your　wife　will　be　shaped　by　how　she　handles　this　situation。　Whom　she　brings。　Her　attitude。　Her　posure。〃
　
　Max　Lamb　asked　Skink　if　he　had　a　gun。　Skink　clicked　his　tongue　against　his　front　teeth。　〃See　the　running　lights？〃
　
　〃No。〃
　
　〃Toward　Key　Biscayne。　Over　there。〃
　
　〃Oh；　yeah。〃
　
　〃Two　engines；　it　sounds　like。　I'm　guessing　twin　Mercs。〃
　
　Somebody　aboard　the　boat　had　a　powerful　spotlight。　It　swept　back　and　forth　across　the　flats　of　Stiltsville。　As　the　craft　drew　nearer；　the　white　light　settled　on　the　porch　of　the　stilt　house。　Skink　seemed　unconcerned。
　
　He　began　to　remove　toads　from　his　pockets；　gray；　jowly；　scowling；　lump…covered　toads；　some　as　large　as　Idaho　potatoes。　Max　Lamb　counted　eleven。　Skink　lined　them　up　side　by　side　at　his　feet。　Max　had　nothing　to　add　to　the　scenario；　perhaps　it　was　all　a　dream；　beginning　with　the　mangy　hurricane　monkey；　and　soon　he'd　awaken　in　bed　with　Bonnie。。。。
　
　The　pudgy　Bufo　toads　began　to　squirm　and　huff　and　pee。　Skink　rebuked　them　with　a　murmur。　When　the　beam　of　the　speedboat's　spotlight　hit　them；　the　toads　blinked　their　moist　globular　eyes　and　jumped　toward　it。　One　by　one　they　leaped　off　the　dock　and　plopped　into　the　water。　Skink　hooted　mirthfully。　〃South；　boys！　To　Havana；　San　Juan；　wherever　the　hell　you　came　from！〃
　
　Max　watched　the　toads　disappear；　some　kicked　for　the　depths；　others　bobbed　on　the　foamy　crests　of　waves。　Max　didn't　know　what　would　happen　to　them；　nor　did　he　care。　They　were　just　ugly　toads；　and　barracudas　could　devour　them；　as　far　as　he　was　concerned。　His　only　interest　was　in　drawing　a　lesson　from　the　episode；　one　that　might　be　employed　to　handle　the　cyclopean　kidnapper。
　
　But　Skink　already　seemed　to　have　forgotten　about　the　Bufos。　Once　more　he　was　rhapsodizing　about　the　hurricane。　〃Look　at　Cape　Florida；　every　last　tree　flattened…　forest　to　moonscape　in　thirty　blessed　minutes！〃
　
　〃The　boat…〃
　
　〃You　ponder　that。〃
　
　〃It's　flashing　a　light　at　us…〃
　
　〃The　gorgeous　fury　inside　that　storm。　And　you　with　your　video　camera。〃　Skink　sighed　disappointedly。　〃'Sin　is　a　thing　that　writes　itself　across　a　man's　face。'　Oscar　Wilde。　I　don't　expect　you've　read　him。〃
　
　Max's　silence　affirmed　it。
　
　〃Well；　I've　been　waiting；〃　said　Skink；　〃to　see　it　written　across　your　face。　Sin。〃
　
　〃What　I　did　was　harmless；　OK？　Maybe　a　bit　insensitive；　but　harmless。　You've　made　your　point；　captain。　Let　me　go　now。〃
　
　The　speedboat　was　close　enough　to　see　it　was　metallic　blue　with　a　white　jagged　stripe；　like　a　lightning　bolt；　along　the　hull。　Two　figures　were　visible　at　the　console。
　
　〃There　she　is；〃　said　Max。
　
　〃And　no　cops。〃　Skink　waved　the　boat　in。
　
　One　of　the　figures　moved　to　the　bow　and　tossed　a　rope。　Skink　caught　it　and　tied　off。　As　soon　as　the　rope　came　tight；　the　twin　outboards　went　quiet。　The　current　nudged　the　stern　of　the　boat　against　the　pilings；　into　the　lantern's　penumbra。
　
　Max　Lamb　saw　that　it　was　Bonnie　on　the　bow。　When　he　called　her　name；　she　stepped　to　the　dock　and　hugged　him　in　a　nurselike　fashion；　consoling　him　as　if　he　were　a　toddler　with　a　skinned　knee。　Max　received　the　attention　with　manly　reserve；　he　was　conscious　of　being　watched　not　only　by　his　captor　but　by　Bonnie's　male　escort。
　
　Skink　smiled　at　the　reunion　scene；　and　slipped　back　into　the　shadows　of　the　stilt　house。　The　driver　of　the　boat　made　no　move　to　get　out。　He　was　young　and　broad…shouldered；　and　fortable　on　the　open　water。　He　wore　a　pale…blue　pullover；　cutoffs　and　no　shoes。　He　seemed　unaffected　by　navigating　a　pitch…black　bay　mined　with　overturned　hulls　and　floating　timbers。
　
　From　the　darkness；　Skink　asked　the　young　man　for　his　name。
　
　〃Augustine；〃　he　answered。
　
　〃You　have　the　ransom？〃
　
　〃Sure　do。〃
　
　Bonnie　Lamb　said：　〃Don't　worry；　he's　not　the　police。〃
　
　〃I　can　see　that；〃　came　Skink's　voice。
　
　The　boat　driver　stepped　to　the　gunwale。　He　handed　Bonnie　a　shopping　bag；　which　she　gave　to　her　husband；　who　handed　it　to　the　kidnapper　in　the　shadows。
　
　Max　Lamb　said：　〃Bonnie；　honey；　the　captain　wants　to　talk　to　you。　Then　he'll　let　me　go。〃
　
　〃I'm　considering　it；〃　Skink　said。
　
　〃Talk　to　me　about　what？〃
　
　The　driver　of　the　boat　reached　inside　the　console　and　came　out　with　a　can　of　beer。　He　took　a　swallow　and　leaned　one　hip　against　the　steering　wheel。
　
　Bonnie　Lamb　asked　her　husband：　〃What's　that　on　your　neck？〃　It　looked　like　some　appalling　implement　of　bondage；　she'd　seen　similar　items　in　the　display　windows　of　leather　shops　in　Greenwich　Village。
　
　Skink　came　into　the　light。　〃It's　a　training　device。　Lie　down；　Max。〃
　
　Bonnie　Lamb　studied　the　tall；　disheveled　stranger。　He　was　all　the　state　trooper　had　promised；　and　more。　In　size　he　appeared　capable　of　anything；　yet　Bonnie　felt　in　no　way　threatened。
　
　〃Max；　now！〃　the　kidnapper　said　to　her　husband。
　
　Obediently　Max　Lamb　lay　prone　on　the　wooden　dock。　When　Skink　told　him　to　roll　over；　like　a　dog；　he　did。
　
　Bonnie　was　embarrassed　for　her　husband。　The　kidnapper　noticed；　and　apologized。　He　instructed　Max　to　get　up。
　
　The　shopping　bag　contained　everything　Skink　had　demanded。　Within　moments　the　new　batteries　were　inserted　in　the　Walkman；　and　〃Tumbling　Dice〃　was　spilling　out　of　his　earphones。　He　opened　the　jar　of　green　olives　and　poured　them　into　his　gleaming　bucket　of　a　mouth。
　
　Bonnie　Lamb　asked　Max　what　in　God's　name　was　going　on。
　
　〃Later；〃　he　whispered。
　
　〃Tell　me　now！〃
　
　〃She　deserves　to　know；〃　the　kidnapper　interjected；　spraying　olive　juice。　〃She's　risking　her　life；　being　out　here　with　a　nutcase　like　me。〃
　
　Bonnie　Lamb　had　dressed　for　a　boat　ride…blue　slicker；　jeans　and　deck　shoes。　Good　stuff　but　practical；　Skink　noticed；　none　of　that　catalog　nonsense　from　California。　He　pulled　off　the　earphones　and　plimented　Bonnie　for　her　mon　sense。　Then　he　instructed　her　husband　to　remove　the　shock　collar　and　toss　it　in　the　sea。
　
　Max's　hands　quavered　at　his　neck。　Skink　told　him　to　go　ahead；　dammit；　off　with　it！　Max's　lips　tightened　in　determination；　but　he　couldn't　make　himself　touch　it。　Finally　it　was　his　wife　who　stepped　forward；　unhooked　the　clasp　and　removed　the　Tri…Tronics　dog　trainer。　She　examined　it　in　the　light　of　the　lantern。
　
　〃Sick；〃　she　said　to　Skink；　and　set　the　collar　on　the　dock。
　
　From　his　jacket　he　took　a　videotape　cassette。　He　tossed　it　to　Bonnie　Lamb；　who　caught　it　with　both　hands。　〃Your　hubbie's　home　movies　from　the　hurricane。　Talk　about　sick。〃
　
　Bonnie　wheeled　and　threw　the　cassette　into　the　bay。
　
　The　girl　had　fire！　Skink　liked　her　already。　Nervously　Max　lighted　a　cigaret。
　
　His　wife　wouldn't　have　been　more　repulsed　had　he　jabbed　a　hypodermic　full　of　heroin　in　his　arm。　She　said；　〃Since　when　do　you　smoke？〃
　
　〃If　you　put　the　collar　back　on　him；〃　Skink　volunteered　helpfully；　〃I　can　teach　him　to　quit。〃
　
　Max　Lamb　told　Skink　to　get　on　with　it。　〃You　said　you　wanted　to　talk　to　her；　so　talk。〃
　
　〃No；　I　said　I　wanted　to　spend　time　with　her。〃
　
　Bonnie　turned　toward　the　barefoot　young　man　at　the　helm　of　the　striped　speedboat。　He　apparently　had　nothing　to　say。　His　demeanor　was　casual；　almost　bored。
　
　〃Where；〃　Bonnie　asked　the　kidnapper；　〃did　you　want　to　spend　time？　And　doing　what？〃
　
　〃Not　what　you　think；〃　Max　Lamb　cut　in。
　
　Skink　put　on　his　plastic　shower　cap。　〃The　hurricane　has　set　me　on　a　new　rhythm。　I　feel　it　ticking。〃
　
　He　put　his　hands　on　Bonnie's　shoulders；　gently　moving　her　to　Max's　side。　From　the　governor's　shadow　she　felt　his　stare。　He　was　studying　them；　her　and　Max；　like　they　were　lab　rats。　Then　she　heard　him　mutter：　〃I　still　don't　see　how。〃
　
　Tersely　Bonnie　said；　〃Just　tell　us　what　you　want。〃
　
　〃Watch　it；〃　Max　advised。　〃He's　been　smoking　dope。〃
　
　Skink　looked　away；　toward　the　ocean。　〃No　offense；　Mrs。　Lamb；　but　your　husband　has　put　me　sorely　off　the　human　race。　A　feminine　counterpoint　would　be　nice。〃
　
　Bonnie　was　surprised　by　a　pleasurable　shiver；　goose…flesh　rising　on　her　neck。　The　stranger's　voice　was　soothing　and　hypnotic；　a　wild　broad　river；　she　could　have　listened　to　him　all　night。　Mad　is　what　he　was；　demonstrably　mad。　But　his　story　fascinated　her。　Once　a　governor；　the　trooper　had　said。　Bonnie　longed　to　know　more。
　
　Yet　here　was　her　husband；