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The Outdoor Christian Network. You heard of it?

Positive, Lanie said.Bobby knew every log in that lake. He could've run it blindfolded.

You're doing just fine, Decker thought.Good night, he said.

I've seen friendlier smiles, Lanie said, studying the police photos.You still taking pictures, Decker?

Lanie reached in her purse.Courtesy of the booking desk at the Dade County Jail.

TV Bible geysers, Decker said.

As he packed his suitcase Decker heard himself say: So what? He hated the way he sounded because he sounded like every lazy asshole cop or P.I. he'd ever met. Big cases, big problems. Go for the easy bucks, that would be the advice.

Maybe you could do me sometime. I'm thinking of going back into modeling. Lanie put the purse under her arm and opened the door.It's been so long I've probably forgotten how to pose.

Decker had to go back to Miami to soup some film for an insurance-fraud trial, set for the coming week. He figured he'd use the long drive to decide what to do about Dennis Gault and the fishing scam. His instincts about the cast of characters told him to drop the case-but what about the death of Bobby Clinch?

Who else would do it?

She nodded, got up, and slipped into her sandals. She stood in front of the mirror and brushed through her hair in brisk, sure strokes.

Lanie reached in her purse.Courtesy of the booking desk at the Dade County Jail.

Maybe you could do me sometime. I'm thinking of going back into modeling. Lanie put the purse under her arm and opened the door.It's been so long I've probably forgotten how to pose.

Once in a while.

Sure he did. Dennis never said a word, but I'm sure he knew. Lanie Gault put her hands under her chin.I thought he might bring it up, after Bobby was killed. Just a note or a phone call-something to let on that he knew I was hurting. Not Dennis. The sonofabitch has Freon in his veins, I'm warning you. My brother wants to nail Dickie Lockhart and if you happen to die in the chase he won't be sending a wreath to the funeral. Just another replacement. Like you.

Decker had to go back to Miami to soup some film for an insurance-fraud trial, set for the coming week. He figured he'd use the long drive to decide what to do about Dennis Gault and the fishing scam. His instincts about the cast of characters told him to drop the case-but what about the death of Bobby Clinch?

Once in a while.

Sure he did. Dennis never said a word, but I'm sure he knew. Lanie Gault put her hands under her chin.I thought he might bring it up, after Bobby was killed. Just a note or a phone call-something to let on that he knew I was hurting. Not Dennis. The sonofabitch has Freon in his veins, I'm warning you. My brother wants to nail Dickie Lockhart and if you happen to die in the chase he won't be sending a wreath to the funeral. Just another replacement. Like you.

She nodded, got up, and slipped into her sandals. She stood in front of the mirror and brushed through her hair in brisk, sure strokes.

Yeah, you did, she said,but Dennis wired me a picture, in case I wasn't sure.

Who else would do it?

Once in a while.

The Outdoor Christian Network. You heard of it?

Decker had to go back to Miami to soup some film for an insurance-fraud trial, set for the coming week. He figured he'd use the long drive to decide what to do about Dennis Gault and the fishing scam. His instincts about the cast of characters told him to drop the case-but what about the death of Bobby Clinch?

Decker recognized the old mug shots. Cute move, Dennis. Just a touch of the hot needle.

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