ch.doublewhammy-第24部分

按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！


　〃The　water　rises　in　late　spring　and　early　summer；〃　the　vice…president　reported。
　〃Dickie　promises　bass。〃
　〃Yes；　sir；　some　of　the　best　fishing　in　the　South。〃
　〃He'd　better　be　right。〃　Weeb　walked　along　the　dike；　admiring　the　spine　of　the　new　highway。　The　vice…president　walked　a　few　steps　behind　him　while　the　secretary　stayed　where　she　was；　casting　glances　toward　the　blue…tinted　cockpit　of　the　Jet…Ranger。
　〃Twenty…nine　thousand　units；〃　Weeb　was　saying；　〃twenty…nine　thousand　families。　Our　very　own　Christian　city！〃
　〃Yes；〃　the　vice…president　said。　It　was　the　name　of　the　development　that　gnawed　at　him。　Lunker　Lakes。　The　vice…president　felt　that　the　name　Lunker　Lakes　presented　a　substantial　marketing　problem；　too　colloquial；　too　red　behind　the　neck。　The　Reverend　Charles　Weeb　disagreed。　It　was　his　audience；　he　said；　and　he　damn　well　knew　what　they　would　and　would　not　buy。　Lunker　Lakes　was　perfect；　he　insisted。　It　couldn't　miss。
　Charlie　Weeb　was　heading　back　to　the　chopper。　〃Billy；　we　ought　to　start　thinking　about　shooting　some　mercials；〃　he　said。　〃Future　Bass　Capital　of　America；　something　like　that。　Fly　Dickie　down　and　get　some　tape　in　the　can。　He　can　use　his　own　crew；　but　I'd　like　you　or　Deacon　Johnson　to　supervise。〃
　The　vice…president　said；　〃There's　no　fish　in　the　lakes　yet。〃
　Weeb　climbed　into　the　chopper　and　the　vice…president　squeezed　in　beside　him。　The　secretary　was　up　front　next　to　the　pilot。　Weeb　didn't　seem　to　care。
　〃I　know　there's　no　fucking　fish　in　the　lakes。　Tell　Dickie　to　go　across　the　dike　and　shoot　some　tape　on　the　other　side。　He'll　know　what　to　do。〃
　The　Jet…Ranger　lifted　off　and　swung　low　to　the　east。
　〃Head　over　that　way；〃　the　vice…president　told　the　pilot；　〃where　they're　digging　those　lakes。〃
　〃What　lakes？〃　the　pilot　asked。
　
　Skink　was　late　to　the　airport。　R。　J。　Decker　was　not　the　least　bit　surprised。　He　slipped　into　a　phone　booth　and　called　the　Harney　Sentinel　to　see　if　anything　had　broken　loose　about　the　shootings。　He　had　a　story　all　made　up　about　going　to　meet　Ott　at　the　pancake　house　but　Ott　never　showing　up。
　Sandy　Kilpatrick　got　on　the　phone。　He　said；　〃I've　got　some　very　bad　news；　Mr。　Decker。〃
　Decker　took　a　breath。
　〃It's　about　Ott；〃　Kilpatrick　said。　His　voice　was　a　forced　whisper；　like　a　priest　in　the　confessional。
　〃What　happened？〃　Decker　said。
　〃A　terrible　car　accident　early　this　morning；〃　Kilpatrick　said。　〃Out　on　the　Gilchrist　Highway。　Ott　must　have　gone　to　sleep　at　the　wheel。　His　truck　ran　off　the　road　and　hit　a　big　cypress。〃
　〃Oh　Jesus；〃　Decker　said。　They'd　set　up　the　wreck　to　cover　the　murder。
　〃It　burned　for　two　hours；　started　a　mean　brushfire；〃　Kilpatrick　said。　〃By　the　time　it　was　over　there　wasn't　much　left。　The　remains　are　over　at　the　morgue　now；　but　。。。　well；　they're　hoping　to　get　enough　blood　to　find　out　if　he'd　been　drinking。　They're　big　on　DUI　stats　around　here。〃
　Ott's　body　would　be　scorched　to　a　cinder。　No　one　would　ever　suspect　it　had　been　in　the　water；　just　as　no　one　would　guess　what　had　really　killed　him。　The　cheapest　trick　in　the　book；　but　it　would　work　in　Harney。　Decker　could　imagine　them　already　repainting　the　death's…head　billboard　on　Route　222：　〃DRIVE　SAFELY。　DON'T　BE　FATALITY　NO。　5。〃
　He　didn't　know　what　to　say　now。　Conversations　about　the　newly　dead　made　him　unfortable；　but　he　didn't　want　to　seem　uncaring。　〃I　didn't　think　Ott　was　a　big　drinker；〃　he　said　lamely。
　〃Me　neither；〃　Kilpatrick　said；　〃but　I　figured　something　was　wrong　when　he　didn't　show　up　for　the　basketball　game　night　before　last。　He　was　the　team　mascot；　you　know。〃
　〃Davey　Dillo。〃
　〃Right。〃　There　was　a　pause　on　the　end　of　the　line；　Kilpatrick　pondering　how　to　explain　Ott's　armadillo　suit。　〃It's　sort　of　an　unwritten　rule　here　at　the　newspaper；〃　the　editor　said；　〃that　everybody　gives　to　the　United　Way。　Just　a　few　bucks　out　of　each　paycheck…you　know；　the　pany's　big　in　civic　charity。〃
　〃I　understand；〃　Decker　said。
　〃Well；　Ott　refused　to　donate　anything；　said　he　didn't　trust　'em。　I'd　never　seen　him　so　adamant。〃
　〃He　always　watched　his　pennies；〃　Decker　said。　Ott　Pickney　was　one　of　the　cheapest　men　he'd　ever　met。　While　covering　the　Dade　County　courthouse　he'd　once　missed　the　verdict　in　a　sensational　murder　trial　because　he　couldn't　find　a　parking　spot　with　a　broken　meter。
　Sandy　Kilpatrick　went　on：　〃Our　publisher　has　a　rigid　policy　about　the　United　Way。　When　he　heard　Ott　was　holding　back；　he　ordered　me　to　fire　him。　To　save　Ott's　job　I　came　up　with　this　promise。〃
　〃Davey　Dillo？〃
　〃The　school　team　needed　a　mascot。〃
　〃It　sure　doesn't　sound　like　Ott；〃　Decker　said。
　〃He　resisted　at　first；　but　he　got　to　where　he　really　enjoyed　it。　I　heard　him　say　so。　He　was　dynamite　on　that　skateboard；　too；　even　in　that　bulky　costume。　Someone　his　age…the　kids　said　he　should　have　been　a　surfer。〃
　〃Sounds　like　quite　a　show；〃　Decker　said；　trying　to　imagine　it。
　〃He　never　missed　a　game；　that's　why　I　was　worried　the　other　night　when　he　didn't　show。　Only　thing　I　could　figure　is　that　he'd　gone　out　Saturday　night　and　tied　one　on。　Maybe　went　up　to　Cocoa　Beach；　met　a　girl；　and　just　decided　to　stay　the　weekend。〃
　Ott　sacked　out　with　a　beach　bunny…the　story　probably　was　all　over　Harney　by　now。　〃Maybe　that's　it；〃　Decker　said。　〃He　was　probably　on　his　way　home　when　the　accident　happened。〃　This　was　Ott's　old　pal　from　Miami；　lying　through　his　teeth。　If　Kilpatrick　only　knew　the　truth；　Decker　thought。　He　said；　〃Sandy；　I'm　so　sorry。　I　can't　believe　he's　dead。〃　That　part　was　almost　true；　and　the　regret　was　genuine。
　〃The　service　is　tomorrow；〃　Kilpatrick　said。　〃Cremation　seemed　the　best　way　to　go；　considering。〃
　Decker　said　good…bye　and　hung　up。　Then　he　called　a　florist　shop　in　Miami　and　asked　them　to　wire　an　orchid　to　Ott　Pickney's　funeral。　The　best　orchid　they　had。
　
　Jim　Tile　was　born　in　the　town　of　Wilamette；　Florida；　a　corrupt　and　barren　flyspeck　untouched　by　the　alien　notions　of　integration；　fair　housing；　and　equal　rights。　Jim　Tile　was　one　of　the　few　blacks　ever　to　have　escaped　his　miserable　neighborhood　without　benefit　of　a　bus　ride　to　Raiford　or　a　football　scholarship。　He　attributed　his　success　to　good　steady　parents　who　made　him　stay　in　school；　and　also　to　his　awesome　physical　abilities。　Most　street　kids　thought　punching　was　the　cool　way　to　fight；　but　Jim　Tile　preferred　to　wrestle　because　it　was　more　personal。　For　this　he　took　some　grief　from　his　pals　until　the　first　time　the　white　kids　jumped　him　and　tried　to　push　his　face　in　some　cowshit。　There　were　three　of　them；　and　naturally　they　waited　until　Jim　Tile　was　alone。　They　actually　got　him　down　for　a　moment；　but　the　one　who　was　supposed　to　lock　Jim　Tile's　arms　didn't　get　a　good　grip　and　that　was　that。　One　of　the　white　kids　ended　up　with　a　broken　collarbone；　another　with　both　elbows　hyperextended　grotesquely；　and　the　third　had　four　broken　ribs　where　Jim　Tile　had　squeezed　him　in　a　leg　scissors。　And　they　all　went　to　the　hospital　with　cowshit　on　their　noses。
　After　high　school　Jim　Tile　enrolled　at　Florida　State　University　in　Tallahassee；　majored　in　criminal　justice；　was　graduated；　and　joined　the　highway　patrol。　His　friends　and　classmates　told　him　that　he　was　nuts；　that　a　young　black　man　with　a　4。0　grade　average　and　a　college　degree　could　write　his　own　ticket　with　the　DEA　or　Customs；　maybe　even　the　FBI。　Jim　Tile　could　have　taken　his　pick。　Besides；　everybody　knew　about　the　highway　patrol：　it　had　the　worst　pay　and　the　highest　risks　of　any　law…enforcement　job　in　the　state…not　to　mention　its　reputation　as　an　enclave　for　hardcore　rednecks　who；　while　not　excluding　minority　recruits；　hardly　weled　them　with　champagne　and　tickertape　parades。
　In　the　1970s　the　usual　fate　of　black　troopers　was　to　get　assigned　to　the　lousiest　roads　in　the　reddest　counties。　This　way　they　could　spend　most　of　their　days　writing　tickets　to　foul…mouthed　Klansmen　farmers　who　insisted　on　driving　their　tractors　down　the　middle　of　the　highway　in　violation　of　about　seventeen　traffic　statutes。　Two　or　three　years　of　this　challenging　work　was　enough　to　inspire　most　black　troopers　to　look　elsewhere　for　employment；　but　Jim　Tile　hung　on。　When　other　troopers　asked　him　why；　he　replied　that　he　intended　someday　to　bee　mander　of　the　entire　highway　patrol。　His　friends　thought　he　was　joki