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。 At first Clinton Tyree's political ideology was conservative when it was practical to be； liberal when it made no difference。 At six…foot…six； he looked impressive on the campaign trail and the media loved him。 He won the governorship running as a Democrat； but proved to be unlike any Democrat or Republican that the state of Florida had ever seen。 To the utter confusion of everyone in Tallahassee； Clint Tyree turned out to be a pletely honest man。 The first time he turned down a kickback； the bribers naturally assumed that the problem was the amount。 The bribers； wealthy land developers with an eye on a particular coastal wildlife preserve； followed with a second offer to the new governor。 It was so much money that it would have guaranteed him a fortable retirement anywhere in the world。 The developers were clever； too。 The bribe money was to emanate from an overseas corporation with a bank account in Nassau。 The funds would be wired from Bay Street to a holding pany in Grand Cayman； and from there to a blind trust set up especially for Clinton Tyree at a bank in Panama。 In this way the newly acquired wealth of the newly elected governor of Florida would have been shielded by the secrecy laws of three foreign governments。
The crooked developers thought this was an ingenious and foolproof plan； and they were dumbfounded when Clinton Tyree told them to go fuck themselves。 The developers had naively contributed large sums to Tyree's gubernatorial campaign； and they could not believe that this was the same man who was now…on a state letterhead！…dismissing them as 〃submaggots； unfit to suck the sludge off a septic tank。〃
The rich developers were further astounded to discover that all their conversations with the governor had been secretly tape…recorded by the chief executive himself。 They learned about this when carloads of taciturn FBI agents pulled up to their fancy Brickell Avenue office tower； stormed in with warrants； and arrested the whole gold…chained gang of them。 Soon the Internal Revenue Service merrily leapt into the investigation and； within six short months； one of the largest land…development firms in the Southeastern United States went belly…up like a dead mudfish。
It was an exciting and historic moment in Florida history。 Newspaper editorials lionized Governor Clint Tyree for his courage and honesty； while network pundits promoted him as the dashing harbinger of a New South。
Of course； the people who really counted…that is； the people with the money and the power…did not view the new governor as a hero。 They viewed him as a dangerous pain in the ass。 True； every slick Florida politician got up and preached for honest government； but few vaguely understood the concept and even fewer practiced it。 Clint Tyree was different； he was trouble。 He was sending the wrong message。
With Florida no longer virgin territory； petition was brutal among greedy speculators。 The edge went to those with the proper grease and the best connections。 In the Sunshine State growth had always depended on graft； anyone who was against corruption was obviously against progress。 Something had to be done。
The development interests had two choices： they could wait for Tyree's term to expire and get him voted out of office； or they could deal around him。
Which is what they did。 They devoted their full resources and attention to corrupting whoever needed it most； a task acplished with little resistance。 The governor was but one vote on the state cabinet； and it was a simple matter for his political enemies to secure the loyalty of an opposing majority。 Money was all it took。 Similarly； it was simple （though slightly more expensive） to solidify support in the state houses so that Clinton Tyree's oft…used veto was automatically overridden。
Before long the new governor found himself on the losing side of virtually every important political battle。 He discovered that being interviewed by David Brinkley； or getting his picture on the cover of Time； meant nothing as long as his colleagues kept voting to surrender every inch of Florida's beachfront to pinky…ringed condominium moguls。 With each defeat Clint Tyree grew more saturnine； downcast； and withdrawn。 The letters he dictated became so dark and profane that his aides were terrified to send them out under the state seal； and rewrote them surreptitiously。 They whispered that the governor was losing too much weight； that his suits weren't always pressed to perfection； that his hair was getting shaggy。 Some Republicans even started a rumor that Tyree was suffering from a dreaded sexual disease。
Meanwhile the rich developers who had tried to bribe him finally went to trial； with the governor sitting as the chief witness against them。 It was； as they say； a media circus。 Clinton Tyree's friends thought he held up about as well as could be expected； his enemies thought he looked glazed and unkempt； like a dope addict on the witness stand。
The trial proved to be a tepid victory。 The developers were convicted of bribery and conspiracy； but as punishment all they got was probation。 They were family men； the judge explained； churchgoers； too。
By wretched coincidence； the day after the sentencing； the Florida Cabinet voted 6…1 to close down the Sparrow Beach Wildlife Preserve and sell it to the Sparrow Beach Development Corporation for twelve million dollars。 The purported reason for the sale was the unfortunate death （from either sexual frustration or old age） of the only remaining Karp's Seagrape sparrow； the species for whom the verdant preserve had first been established。 With the last rare bird dead； the cabinet reasoned； why continue to tie up perfectly good waterfront？ The lone vote against the land deal belonged to the governor； of course； and only afterward did he discover that the principal shareholder in the Sparrow Beach Development Corporation was none other than his trusted running mate； the lieutenant governor。
The morning after the vote； Governor Clinton Tyree did what no other Florida governor had ever done。 He quit。
He didn't tell a soul in Tallahassee what he was doing。 He simply walked out of the governor's mansion； got in the back of his limousine； and told his chauffeur to drive。
Six hours later he told the driver to stop。 The limo pulled into a bus depot in downtown Orlando； where the governor said goodbye to his driver and told him to get the hell going。
For two days Governor Clinton Tyree was the subject of the most massive manhunt in the history of the state。 The FBI； the highway patrol； the marine patrol； the Florida Department of Law Enforcement； and the National Guard sent out agents； troops； psychics； bloodhounds and helicopters。 The governor's chauffeur was polygraphed seven times and； although he always passed； was still regarded as a prime suspect in the disappearance。
The search ended when Clinton Tyree's notarized resignation was delivered to the Capitol。 In a short letter released to the press； the ex…governor said he quit the office because of 〃disturbing moral and philosophical conflicts。〃 He graciously thanked his friends and supporters； and closed the message by quoting a poignant but seemingly irrelevant passage from a Moody Blues song。
After Clint Tyree's resignation； the slimy business of selling off Florida resumed in the state capital。 Those who had been loyal to the young governor began to give interviews suggesting that for two whole years they'd known that he was basically a nut。 A few intrepid reporters depleted precious expense accounts trying to track down Clinton Tyree and get the real story； but with no success。 The last confirmed sighting was that afternoon when the fugitive governor had vanished from the downtown Orlando bus depot。 Using the name Black Leclere； he had purchased a one…way ticket to Fort Lauderdale； but never arrived。 Along the way the Greyhound Scenic Cruiser had stopped to refuel at an Exxon station； the driver hadn't noticed that the tall passenger in a blue pinstriped suit who had gotten off to use the men's room had never e back。 The Exxon station was located across from a fruit stand on Route 222； four miles outside the town limits of Harney。
Clinton Tyree had selected Harney not only because of its natural beauty…the lake and the ranchlands； the cypresses and the pines…but also because of its profound political retardation。 Harney County had the lowest voter registration per capita of any county in Florida。 It was one of the few places to be blacklisted by both the Gallup and Lou Harris pollsters； due to the fact that sixty…three percent of those interviewed could not correctly name a vice…president； any vice…president； of the United States。 Four out of five Harney citizens had not bothered to cast ballots during the previous gubernatorial election； mainly because the annual bull…semen auction was scheduled the same day。
This was a town where Clinton Tyree was sure he'd never be recognized； where he could build himself a place and mind his own business and call himself Rajneesh or Buzz； or even Skink； and nobody would bother him。
Skink waited all day to get rid of the body。 Once darkness fell； he took the truck and left R。 J。 Decker in the shack。 Decker didn't ask because he didn't want t