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Lanie straightened, as if working out a crick in her spine.More than old-time religion, she said.OCN is quite the modern conglomerate. They're into health insurance, unit trusts, oil futures, real-estate development ...

You're sure it was no accident?

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.

You think Lockhart killed your boyfriend? Decker asked Lanie.

Lanie straightened, as if working out a crick in her spine.More than old-time religion, she said.OCN is quite the modern conglomerate. They're into health insurance, unit trusts, oil futures, real-estate development ...

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

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

Don't tell me I stood out.

I'll check into it, Decker promised.I'm tired, Lanie. I've got a rotten drive tomorrow.

One more thing, Decker said.Out at the cemetery, how did you know which one was me? Sanibel was a long time ago.

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.

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.

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

The possibility of being murdered over a dead fish did not appeal to R. J. Decker's sense of adventure. He had photographed men who had died for less, and many who had died for more. Over the years he had adopted a carrion fly's unglamorous view of death: it didn't really matter how you got that way, it stunk just the same.

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.

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?

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

A picture.

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.

Once in a while.

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?

TV Bible geysers, Decker said.

Lanie laughed.You kidding?

Don't tell me I stood out.

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