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Who else would do it?

A picture.

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

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

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

Who else would do it?

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.

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.

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

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.

The Outdoor Christian Network. You heard of it?

Who else would do it?

A picture.

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

Don't tell me I stood out.

TV Bible geysers, Decker said.

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?

You think Lockhart killed your boyfriend? Decker asked Lanie.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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