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He's got Catherine, Decker said tonelessly.

Decker hung up and sagged against the wall.

Decker was getting ominous vibrations; maybe the beating in Delray had loosened a few more bolts in the big man's brainpan. Skink was forever pulling guns, and he looked like he wanted to pull one now. Decker asked Jim Tile for a ride to town, to make some phone calls. Al Garcia went along; he was out of cigarettes.

It's Tom Curl, said the trooper.

Fuck. Garcia spit on the pavement.

The first voice made him wince. Lou Zicutto from the insurance company:Hey, douche-bag, you're lucky Nu?ez came down with mono. We got a two-week postponement from the judge, so this time no excuses-be there with your negatives. Otherwise just go ahead and buy yourself some fucking crutches, got it?

Maybe we got a point to make, too, Jim Tile said.

Town's a bad idea, Jim Tile said, heading away from Harney on Route 222.The three of us shouldn't be seen together. There's a Zippy Mart about eight miles along here.

It's Tom Curl, said the trooper.

Decker was getting ominous vibrations; maybe the beating in Delray had loosened a few more bolts in the big man's brainpan. Skink was forever pulling guns, and he looked like he wanted to pull one now. Decker asked Jim Tile for a ride to town, to make some phone calls. Al Garcia went along; he was out of cigarettes.

Al Garcia leaned forward in the back seat and said,What's the harm, R.J.? The man wants to make a point.

It was another way of asking what had happened in the Corvette. Skink clearly didn't want to talk about it.

He's got Catherine, Decker said tonelessly.

At the Zippy Mart, Jim Tile waited in the car while Garcia went to buy his cigarettes and Decker used the pay phone. It had been several days since he had left Miami and, assuming he'd still have to make a living when this case was over, he thought it a wise idea to check his messages. He dialed his number, then punched the playback code for the tape machine.

Decker was getting ominous vibrations; maybe the beating in Delray had loosened a few more bolts in the big man's brainpan. Skink was forever pulling guns, and he looked like he wanted to pull one now. Decker asked Jim Tile for a ride to town, to make some phone calls. Al Garcia went along; he was out of cigarettes.

After that, Decker left it alone.

He's got Catherine, Decker said tonelessly.

The first voice made him wince. Lou Zicutto from the insurance company:Hey, douche-bag, you're lucky Nu?ez came down with mono. We got a two-week postponement from the judge, so this time no excuses-be there with your negatives. Otherwise just go ahead and buy yourself some fucking crutches, got it?

It's not the eye, Decker. Or what those kids did to him. He's all beat up inside. He's done it to himself, you understand? Been doing it for years.

Town's a bad idea, Jim Tile said, heading away from Harney on Route 222.The three of us shouldn't be seen together. There's a Zippy Mart about eight miles along here.

Is there a place around here to buy a camera? he asked.

After that, Decker left it alone.

What a prince to work for.

Al Garcia, who'd come out of the store whistling, grabbed Decker by the arm.What is it, man?

After that, Decker left it alone.

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