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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?

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

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.

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

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.

TV Bible geysers, Decker said.

TV Bible geysers, Decker said.

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.

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

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

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

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.

TV Bible geysers, Decker said.

Decker was inclined to believe her.Who owns Dickie's TV show? he asked.

The Outdoor Christian Network. You heard of it?

You think Lockhart killed your boyfriend? Decker asked Lanie.

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

A picture.

The Outdoor Christian Network. You heard of it?

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.

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

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

Lanie laughed.You kidding?

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