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"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 mentioned it, yeah."

Lanie came out, still dripping. Already the purple ligature bars were fading.

"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."

"Rough day," Decker said.

"Rough day," Decker said.

Decker had always been a sucker for fresh-out-of-the-shower women. With considerable effort he pushed ahead with purposeful conversation. "Dennis told you I was here."

"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.

"Yeah. 'Knights in White Satin.' "

"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."

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

"He's not much of a crooner," Lanie grumbled.

"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."

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

"Rough day," Decker said.

"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.

"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.

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

"I could call the cops, you know."

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

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

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

"I mean, besides tying you up," Decker said.

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

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