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You're sure it was no accident?

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

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

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

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

Don't tell me I stood out.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Who else would do 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.

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 ...

Don't tell me I stood out.

The Outdoor Christian Network. You heard of it?

Once in a while.

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.

Who else would do it?

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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