chiaasen.stormyweather-第65章

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e　eight　minutes　that　passed　before　the　Snake　Creek　bridge　came　down；　the　trooper　managed　to　weigh　the　bewildered　tourist　with　seven　separate　traffic　citations；　at　least　three　of　which　would　inconveniently　require　a　personal　appearance　in　court。
　
　On　the　way　to　the　Torres　house；　Fred　Dove　stopped　to　buy　flowers　and　white　wine。　He　wanted　Edie　Marsh　to　know　he　was　proud　of　her　performance　as　Neria；　devoted　wife　of　Tony。
　
　When　the　insurance　man　pulled　up　to　15600　Calusa；　he　saw　that　the　Jeep　wasn't　in　the　driveway。　His　heart　quickened　at　the　possibility　that　Snapper　was　gone；　leaving　him　alone　with　Edie。　Not　that　she　was　fussy　about　privacy；　but　Fred　Dove　was。　He　couldn't　perform　at　full　throttle；　sexually；　as　long　as　a　homicidal　maniac　was　watching　TV　in　an　adjoining　room。　Snapper's　loud　and　truculent　presence　was　deflating　in　all　respects。
　
　Nobody　answered　when　the　insurance　man　rapped　on　the　wooden　doorjamb。　He　stepped　into　the　Torres　house　and　called　Edie's　name。　The　only　reply　came　from　the　two　miniature　dachshunds；　barking　in　the　backyard；　they　sounded　tired　and　hoarse。
　
　The　ugly　Naugahyde　recliner　in　the　living　room　was　unoccupied；　and　the　television　was　off。　Fred　Dove　was　encouraged…no　Snapper。　Inside　the　house；　the　light　was　fading。　When　the　insurance　man　flipped　a　lamp　switch；　nothing　happened。　The　generator　wasn't　running；　out　of　gas；　probably。　He　found　Snapper's　flashlight　and　peeked　in　the　rooms；　hoping　to　spy　Edie　napping　languorously　on　a　mattress。　She　wasn't。
　
　Fred　Dove　saw　her　purse　on　the　kitchen　counter。　Her　wallet　lay　open　on　top。　Inside　he　found　twenty…two　dollars　and　a　Visa　card。　Fred　Dove　was　relieved；　at　least　the　house　hadn't　been　robbed。　He　held　Edie's　driver's　license　under　the　flashlight；　her　expression　in　the　photograph　spooked　him。　It　was　not　a　portrait　of　pure　trustworthiness　and　devotion。
　
　Oh　well；　he　thought；　lots　of　girls　look　like　Lizzie　Borden　on　their　driver's　license。
　
　The　insurance　man　returned　to　the　living　room；　lit　a　candle　and　sat　in　the　recliner。　He　wondered　where　Edie　had　gone　and　why　she'd　left　her　purse　when　she　knew　the　streets　were　crawling　with　looters。　It　seemed　like　she'd　departed　in　a　hurry；　probably　in　the　Jeep　with　Snapper。
　
　Fred　Dove　settled　in　for　a　wait。　The　candle　smelled　of　vanilla。　The　cozy　way　it　lighted　the　walls　reminded　him　of　the　night　they　nearly　made　love　on　the　floor；　the　night　Snapper　barged　in。　The　humiliation　of　that　moment　still　stung；　it　had　invested　Snapper　with　indomitable　power　over　the　insurance　man。　That；　plus　the　loaded　gun。　Fred　Dove　could　hardly　wait　until　the　psycho　thug　was　paid　off。　Then　he　and　Edie　would　be　free　of　him。
　
　Every　so　often　the　insurance　man　switched　on　the　flashlight　and　reexamined　Edie's　picture　on　the　driver's　license。　The　vulturine　eyes　did　not　soften。　Fred　Dove　wondered　if　it　was　her　deviousness　that　he　found　so　arousing。　The　notion　disturbed　him；　so　he　retreated　to　innocuous　diversions。　He　hadn't　known；　for　example；　that　her　middle　name　was　Deborah。　It　was　a　name　he　liked：　plucky；　Midwestern　and　reliable…sounding。　He　was　'willing　to　bet　that　if　you　went　through　every　women's　prison　in　America；　you　wouldn't　find　a　half…dozen　Deborahs。　Perhaps　the　name　had　been　taken　from　one　of　Edie's　grandmothers；　or　that　of　a　special　aunt。　In　any　event；　he　regarded　it　as　a　positive　sign。
　
　He　wondered；　too；　about　the　apartment　listed　as　her　address　in　West　Palm：　what　kind　of　art　Edie　had　hung；　on　the　walls；　what　color　towels　were　folded　in　the　bathroom；　what　sort　of　homey　magnets　were　stuck　on　her　refrigerator　door。　Linus　and　Snoopy？　Garfield　the　Cat？　If　only；　Fred　Dove　thought。　He　thought　about　Edie's　bed；　too。　He　hoped　it　was　king…sized；　brass　or　a　big　wooden　four…poster…anything　but　a　water　bed；　which　negatively　affected　his　thrusting　techniques。　Fred　Dove　hoped　the　sheets　on　Edie's　bed　were　imported　silk；　and　that　one　day　she　would　invite　him　to　lie　down　on　them。
　
　The　insurance　man　stayed　in　the　recliner　for　more　than　two　hours；　long　after　the　neighborhood　chain　saws　and　hammers　had　fallen　silent。　He　finally　arose　to　take　a　position　near　a　windowpane；　in　glum　preparation　to　witness　the　vandalism　of　his　rental　car　by　a　group　of　swaggering；　loud…talking　teenagers。　Mercifully　they　ignored　Fred　Dove's　drab　sedan；　but　minutes　after　they　passed　the　house　he　heard　a　pop…pop　that　could　have　been　the　backfire　of　an　automobile；　or　gunshots。　In　the　backyard　Donald　and　Maria　dissolved　in　frenzy；　striking　up　an　irksome　chorus　with　half　a　dozen　other　vigilant　dogs　on　the　block。　Fred　Dove's　nerves　were　fraying　fast。　He　returned　Edie's　driver's　license　to　the　purse。　Hurriedly　he　arranged　the　flowers　in　a　vase　and　placed　it　next　to　the　unopened　wine　on　the　dining…room　table。　Then　he　blew　out　the　candle　and　went　outside　to　check　on　the　dachshunds。
　
　Tangled　impressively　in　their　leashes；　the　animals　whimpered　out　of　hunger；　loneliness　and　general　anxiety。　Their　low…density　memories　still　twitched　from　the　near…fatal　encounter　with　the　prowling　bear。　The　moment　Fred　Dove　set　them　free；　the　dachshunds　clambered　up　his　lap　and　licked　his　chin　shamelessly。　He　was　suckered　into　giving　them　a　short　walk。
　
　Admiring　the　unfettered　mirth　with　which　Donald　and　Maria　pranced　and　peed；　the　insurance　man　was　bothered　by　the　idea　that　they　might　spend　the　whole　night　outdoors　and　unattended。　He　wrote　Edie　a　note　and　folded　it　on　top　of　her　purse。　Then　he　led　the　two　wiener　dogs　to　his　rented　sedan；　drove　back　to　the　motel　and　smuggled　them　in　a　laundry　bag　up　to　his　room。　It　was　marginally　better　than　all…night　movies　on　cable。
　
　The　motels　in　the　Upper　Keys　were　filling　with　out…of…town　insurance　adjusters。　The　clerk　at　the　Paradise　Palms　said　she　felt　unfortable；　profiting　off　the　hurricane。
　
　〃But　a　customer's　a　customer。　Can　I　have　your　name？〃
　
　Augustine　introduced　himself　as　Lester's　brother。　〃I　phoned　earlier。　What's　his　room　number？〃
　
　〃He's　not　here　yet。〃　The　clerk　leaned　across　the　counter　and　whispered：　〃But　your　sisters　checked　in　about　twenty　minutes　ago。　Room　255。　I　mean；　I'm　assuming　sisters；　on　account　of　they're　Parsons；　too。〃
　
　〃Parsons　indeed。〃　Augustine　nodded　and　acted　pleased。　Sisters？　He　couldn't　imagine。
　
　He　paid　for　his　room　with　cash。　The　clerk　said；　〃Those　girls　know　how　to　dress　for　a　party；　I'll　sure　say　that。〃
　
　〃Oh　boy；〃　said　Augustine。　〃What　have　they　done　now？〃
　
　〃Don't　you　go　fussing…let　'em　have　their　fun；　all　right？〃　She　handed　him　his　key。　〃You're　in　240。　I　tried　to　put　you　in　the　unit　next　door；　but　some　wise　guy　from　Prudential；　he　didn't　want　to　switch。〃
　
　〃That's　quite　all　right。〃
　
　Once　inside　his　room；　Augustine　put　the　loaded　。38　on　the　bureau；　near　the　door。　He　took　the　parts　of　the　dart　rifle　from　the　gym　bag　and　laid　them　on　the　bedspread。　The　muscles　of　his　neck　were　in　knots。　He　wished　he'd　brought　a　few　skulls；　for　relaxation。
　
　Augustine　turned　up　the　TV　while　he　assembled　the　tranquilizer　gun。　He　was　surprised　that　he'd　beaten　the　black　Jeep　to　Islamorada；　hadn't　even　passed　it　on　the　eighteen…mile　stretch　south　of　Florida　City。　He　wondered　if　they'd　turned　on　Card　Sound　Road；　or　stopped　someplace　else…and　why。　His　worst　fear；　the　thing　he　kept　pushing　out　of　his　mind；　was　that　the　creep　with　the　crooked　jaw　had　already　killed　Skink　and　Bonnie；　and　dumped　them。　There　were　only　about　a　hundred　ideal　locations　between　Homestead　and　Key　Largo；　years　might　pass　before　the　bodies　were　found。
　
　Well；　he'd　know　soon　enough。　If　the　asshole　showed　up　without　them；　then　Augustine　would　know。
　
　If　the　asshole　showed　up　at　all。　Augustine　still　wasn't　sure　if　〃Lester　Parsons〃　was　the　man　with　the　crooked　jaw。
　
　He　stood　the　dart　rifle　in　a　closet　and　put　the　pistol　in　his　waistband；　under　the　tail　of　his　shirt。　Rain　whipped　his　face　as　soon　as　he　stepped　out　the　door。　He　shielded　his　eyes　and　hurried　along　the　walkway　to　Room　255。　He　knocked　seven　times　in　a　neighborly　cadence…shave…and…a…haircut；　two　bits…to　give　the　false　impression　that　he　was　expected。
　
　The　door　was　flung　open　by　a　fragrant　redheaded　woman　in　high　heels　and　a　luminous　green　bikini。　Augustine　recognized　her　as　the　hooker　i