chiaasen.stormyweather-第77部分

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well　have　been　a　twelve…foot　wall　of　barbed　wire。　Her　hands　and　feet　weren't　shackled。　The　governor　held　no　gun　to　her　head。　Nothing　whatsoever　prevented　her　from　running；　except　the　grim　certainty　that　she'd　never　find　her　way　out；　that　she'd　bee　blindly　lost　in　the　woods　and　starve；　and　that　her　emaciated　body　would　be　torn　apart　and　devoured　by　crocodiles；　rattlers　and　ravenous　tropical　ants。　The　prospect　of　an　anonymous　death　in　the　swamps　offended　Edie's　dignity。　She　didn't　want　her　sun…bleached　bones　to　be　found　by　hunters；　fishermen　or　bird…watchers；　pieced　together　by　wisecracking　medical　students　and　coroners；　identified　by　X…rays　from　her　childhood　orthodontist。
　
　She　approached　the　governor。　〃I　want　to　talk。〃
　
　He　was　mumbling　to　himself；　feeling　around　in　his　shirt。　〃Damn；〃　he　said。　〃Out　of　toad。〃　He　glanced　at　Edie：　〃You're　a　woman　of　the　world。　Ever　smoke　Bufo？〃
　
　〃We　need　to　talk；〃　she　said。　〃Alone。〃
　
　〃If　it's　about　the　suitcase；　forget　it。〃
　
　〃It's　not　that。〃
　
　〃All　right；　then。　Soon　as　I　finish　chatting　with　Lester。〃
　
　〃No；　now！〃
　
　Skink　cupped　her　chin　in　one　of　his　huge；　rough　palms。　Edie　Marsh　sensed　that　he　could　break　her　neck　as　effortlessly　as　twisting　the　cap　off　a　beer。　He　said；　〃You've　got　shitty　manners。　Go　sit　with　the　others。〃
　
　Bonnie　and　Augustine　were　kneeling　in　the　back　of　the　junked　ambulance；　poring　through　Skink's　library。　Edie　couldn't　understand　how　they　could　seem　so　unconcerned。
　
　She　said；　〃We've　got　to　do　something。〃　It　came　out　like　a　mand。
　
　Augustine　was　showing　Bonnie　a　first　edition　of　Absalom；　Absalom。　He　glanced　up　at　Edie　and　said；　〃It's　a　ride。　When　it's　over；　it's　over。〃
　
　〃But　who　is　he？〃　She　pointed　toward　Skink。　Then；　facing　Bonnie：　〃Aren't　you　afraid？　God；　am　I　the　only　one　with　brains　enough　to　be　scared？〃
　
　〃Last　night　I　was；〃　Bonnie　said。　〃Not　now。〃
　
　Augustine　told　Edie　to　quiet　down。　〃It'll　be　over　when　he　says　so。　In　the　meantime；　please　do　your　best　not　to　piss　him　off。〃
　
　Edie　was　jarred　by　the　harshness　of　Augustine's　tone。　He　jerked　a　thumb　toward　Snapper；　agape　by　the　campfire。　〃What're　you　doing　with　that　shitbird；　anyway？〃
　
　Bonnie　cut　in：　〃Let's　drop　the　whole　thing。〃
　
　〃No；　it's　all　right。　I　want　to　explain；〃　said　Edie。　〃It　was　just　business。　We　were　working　a　deal　together。〃
　
　〃A　scam。〃
　
　〃Insurance　money；〃　she　admitted；　〃from　the　hurricane。〃　She　caught　Bonnie　staring。　〃Wele　to　the　real　world；　princess。〃
　
　〃So　when's　the　big　payoff？〃　Augustine　asked。
　
　Edie　laughed　ruefully。　〃The　adjuster　said　any　day。　Said　it　was　ing　Federal　Express。　And　here　I　am；　lost　in　the　middle　of　the　fucking　Everglades。〃
　
　〃It's　not　the　Everglades；〃　said　Augustine。　〃In　fact；　this　is　Saint…Tropez　pared　to　the　Everglades。　But　I　can　see　why　you're　upset；　watching　two　hundred　grand　fly　away。〃
　
　Edie　Marsh　was　dumbfounded。　Bonnie　said；　〃You're　joking。　Two　hundred　thousand　dollars？〃
　
　〃Two　hundred　and　one。〃　Augustine　chided　Edie　with　a　wink。
　
　She　asked；　almost　inaudibly：　〃How'd　you　know？〃
　
　〃You　left　something　in　the　house　on　Calusa。〃
　
　〃Oh　shit。〃
　
　He　unfolded　the　pink　carbons　of　the　Midwest　Casualty　claim…Edie　recognized　the　cartoon　badger　at　the　top　of　the　page。　Augustine　ripped　the　carbons　into　pieces。　He　said；　〃I　were　you；　I'd　e　up　with　a　clever　excuse　why　your　pocketbook　might　be　in　that　particular　kitchen。　The　police'll　be　mighty　curious。〃
　
　〃Shit。〃
　
　〃What　I'm　saying　is；　don't　be　in　such　a　rush　to　get　back　to　civilization。〃　He　turned　back　to　the　governor's　books。
　
　Edie　bit　her　lower　lip。　Lord；　sometimes　it　was　tough　to　stay　cool。　She　felt　like　breaking　down　a'gain。　〃What's　this　all　about…some　kind　of　game？〃
　
　〃I　don't　think　so；〃　Bonnie　said。
　
　〃Jesus　Christ。〃
　
　〃Ride　it　out。　Hang　on　till　it's　over。〃
　
　Not　me；　thought　Edie。　No　fucking　way。
　
　The　Club　exaggerated　Snapper's　pre…exaggerated　features。　It　pushed　the　top　half　of　his　mug　into　pudgy　creases；　like　a　shar…pei　puppy；　the　eyes　were　moist　slits；　the　nose　pugged　nearly　to　his　brow。　The　rest　was　all　maw。
　
　〃An　authentic　mouth…breather；〃　Skink　said；　studying　him　as　if　he　were　a　museum　piece。
　
　〃Fhhhrrrggaaah；〃　Snapper　retorted。　His　elbows　stung　from　scrapes　received　when　the　lunatic　had　dragged　him　to　the　creek。
　
　Now　the　lunatic　was　saying：　〃God；　I　hate　the　word　'nigger。'　Back　at　the　motel　I　considered　killing　you　when　you　said　it。　Blowing　your　three　pitiful　teaspoons　of　brain　matter　all　over　the　Jeep。　Even　if　you　hadn't　shot　my　friend；　the　thought　would've　crossed　my　mind。〃
　
　Snapper　stopped　moaning。　Worked　at　controlling　his　slobber。　Watched　gnats　and　mosquitoes　float　in　and　out　of　his　mouth。
　
　〃Nothing　to　be　done　about　that。〃　Skink　flicked　at　the　insects。　He'd　already　spread　a　generous　sheen　of　repellent　on　his　captive's　neck　and　arms。　〃　'Not　to　be　taken　internally。'　Says　so　right　on　the　package。〃
　
　Snapper　nodded　submissively。
　
　〃Lester　Maddox　Parsons　is　the　name　on　your　license。　Wild　guess　says　you're　named　after　that　clay…brained　Georgia　bigot。　Am　I　right？〃
　
　A　weaker　nod。
　
　〃So　you　started　out　two　strikes　against　you。　That's　a　shame；　Lester；　but　I　expect　even　if　your　folks　had　called　you　Gandhi；　you　still　would've　grown　up　to　be　a　world…class　dickhead。　Here；　let　me　show　you　something。〃
　
　The　governor　yanked　the　Bill　Blass　suitcase　from　under　his　butt。　He　positioned　it　in　front　of　Snapper　and　opened　it　with　a　gay　flourish。　〃Drool　away；〃　he　said。
　
　Snapper　rose　to　his　haunches。　The　suitcase　was　packed　with　money：　bank…wrapped　bundles　of　twenties。
　
　〃Ninety…four　thousand　dollars；〃　Skink　reported。
　
　〃Plus　assorted　shirts；　socks　and　casual　wear。　Two　packs　of　French　condoms；　a　set　of　gold　cuff　links；　a　tube　of　generic　lubricant…what　else？　Oh　yes；　personal　papers。〃
　
　He　probed　in　the　luggage。　〃Bank　statements；　newspaper　clippings　about　the　hurricane。　And　this　。。。〃
　
　It　was　a　glossy　color　sales　brochure　for　a　real　estate　project　called　Gables…on…the…Bay。　Skink　sat　next　to　Snapper　and　opened　the　brochure。
　
　〃There's　our　boy。　Christophe　Michel。　'Internationally　renowned　construction　engineer。'　See；　here's　his　picture。〃
　
　Snapper　recognized　him　as　the　dork　at　the　Circle　K。
　
　〃What　would　you　do；〃　Skink　mused；　〃if　you　designed　all　these　absurdly　expensive　homes…and　they　fell　down　in　the　first　big　blow。　I　believe　a　smart　person　would　grab　the　money　and　split；　before　subpoenas　started　flying。　I　believe　that　was　Monsieur　Michel's　plan。〃
　
　Snapper　didn't　give　two　shits　about　the　Frenchman。　He　was　transfixed　by　the　sight　of　so　much　money。　He　would　have　gaped　rapturously　even　if　his　jaws　weren't　bolted　open。　He　remembered　a　Sally　Jessy；　or　maybe　it　was　a　Donahue；　with　some　hotel　maid　from　Miami　Beach　who'd　found　like　forty…two　grand　under　a　bed。　The　maid；　for　some　reason；　instead　of　grabbing　the　dough　she'd　turned　it　in　to　the　manager！　That's　how　e　she'd　got　on　Sally　Jessy；　the　theme　that　day　was　〃honest　people。〃　Snapper　remembered　shouting　at　the　TV　screen：　What　a　dumb　cunt！　They'd　showed　a　picture　of　the　cash；　and　he'd　almost　e　in　his　pants。
　
　And　here　he　was　staring　at　twice　as　much。　In　person。
　
　〃Whhrrrrooognnn？　Whhhaaakkkfff？〃
　
　〃Good　question；　Lester。〃
　
　Without　warning；　the　one…eyed　freak　stood　up；　unbuttoned　his　army　trousers；　whipped　out　his　unit　and…to　Snapper's　mortification…urinated　prodigiously　upon　the　hurricane　money。
　
　Woefully　Snapper　rocked　on　his　heels。　He　felt　sick。　Skink　tucked　himself　in　and　went　for　the　monkey　rifle。　He　opened　the　chamber；　peered　inside。　Then　he　strolled　over　to　Snapper；　flipped　him　on　his　belly　and　shot　a　tranquilizer　dart　into　his　ass。　Right　away　the　fog　rolled　in　and　Snapper　got　drowsy。　The　last　thing　he　heard　came　from　Skink。
　
　〃Who　wants　to　go　for　a　swim？〃
　
　Bonnie　and　Augustine　stayed　to　look　at　the　books　while　the　governor　took　Edie　to　the　creek。　She　wanted　to　talk；　Skink　wanted　to　get　wet。　He　stripped；　starting　with　the　shower　cap。
　
　As　he　stepped　into　the　water；　she　said：　〃What　about　the　crocodiles？〃
　
　〃They　won't　bother　us。　There　aren't　enough　of　them　left　to　bother　anybody。　I　wis