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Decker was past the point of being surprised. "A song," he repeated. "Skink was singing?"

"Well, don't get too damn excited," she said, scowling. She wrapped herself in the towel.

"Well, don't get too damn excited," she said, scowling. She wrapped herself in the towel.

"Go ahead." Decker slumped back on the bed and closed his eyes. Soon he heard water running in the bathroom. He wished it were rain.

Decker perked up. "So you know about Skink?"

"Just about Dickie and the tournament, that's all," Lanie said. She sat on the bed and crossed her legs. "What's with you? I came all this way and you act like I've got a disease."

She reached over and took his hand. "Don't worry about your weird friend, he'll find his way back to Harney."

"Yeah. 'Knights in White Satin.' "

"Go ahead." Decker slumped back on the bed and closed his eyes. Soon he heard water running in the bathroom. He wished it were rain.

"He didn't try to pork me, no," Lanie said, "and he didn't stick electrodes into my eyeballs, if that's what you mean. But he's still totally nuts."

"He'll be fine," Lanie said. "Put him on a highway and he'll eat his way home."

"He didn't try to pork me, no," Lanie said, "and he didn't stick electrodes into my eyeballs, if that's what you mean. But he's still totally nuts."

"Ah." Moody Blues. The man was a child of the Sixties.

"Go ahead." Decker slumped back on the bed and closed his eyes. Soon he heard water running in the bathroom. He wished it were rain.

"He's a legend," Lanie said. She started unbuttoning Decker's shirt. "One rumor is he's a mass murderer from Oregon. Another says he's ex-CIA, helped kill Trujillo. One story goes he's hiding from the Warren Commission."

"What for? He's long gone."

"I told you, he didn't say a damn thing, just sang this song over and over."

"Rough day," Decker said.

"Those are first-rate," Decker said, but he had nothing more plausible to offer in the way of Skink theories. A bomber for the Weather Underground. Owsley's secret chemist. Lead singer for the Grass Roots. Take your pick.

"Yeah. 'Knights in White Satin.' "

Decker said, "He forgot his plane ticket." Not to mention the insistent New Orleans bail bondsman; the airline disturbance was a federal rap.

"Rough day," Decker said.

Decker said, "He forgot his plane ticket." Not to mention the insistent New Orleans bail bondsman; the airline disturbance was a federal rap.

"Well, don't get too damn excited," she said, scowling. She wrapped herself in the towel.

"He'll be fine," Lanie said. "Put him on a highway and he'll eat his way home."

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