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erine。 She was right： they had to get Skink back to the woods。
From the hallway came sounds of men talking but trying not to be heard。 Then a knock on the door to the next room； another knock across the hall。
〃Hotel security；〃 a male voice said。
R。 J。 Decker motioned Skink toward the bathroom。 He nodded and crab…walked across the floor； shutting the door behind him。 Quickly Decker peeled off his shirt and drew the shades。 〃Take off your shoes；〃 he whispered to Catherine； 〃and lie down here on the bed。〃 She figured out the plan immediately。 She was down to bra and panties and under the covers before Decker even got a good peek。
A man knocked three times on the door。
〃Whoze it？〃 Decker hollered。 〃Go 'way。〃
〃Hotel security； please open up。〃
〃We're sleeping！〃
Another voice： 〃Police！〃
Decker stomped to the door as noisily as possible。 He cracked it just enough to give the men a narrow view of Catherine in the bed。
〃What's the problem？〃 Decker demanded。
A blue…suited young man with a walkie…talkie stood next to a disinterested uniformed cop。 The security man said； 〃Sir； there was an incident out on the beach。 A man with a gun…nobody was hurt。〃
〃That's damn good to hear；〃 Decker said impatiently。
The cop said； 〃You haven't seen anyone unusual up on this floor？〃
〃For the last couple hours I haven't seen nuthin'；〃 Decker said； 〃except stars。〃 He nodded over his shoulder； toward Catherine。 The security man looked a little embarrassed。
The policeman said； 〃Big scruffy guy with a bright hat and pony…tail。 Witnesses saw him run into this hotel； so we're suggesting that all guests stay in their rooms for a while。〃
〃Don't you worry；〃 Decker said。
〃Just for a while；〃 the security man added； 〃until they catch him。〃
When Decker shut the door； Catherine sat up in bed and said； 〃Stars？ You saw stars？〃
〃Don't you dare move；〃 Decker said； diving headfirst into the sheets。
Thomas Curl was not a happy man。 In the past few weeks he had made more money than he or three previous 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 f