ch.doublewhammy-第13章
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〃Water's nervous；〃 Skink said； drying his beard。 〃Slow it down a tad。〃
〃Like this？〃 Decker whispered。
〃Yeah。〃
Decker heard it before he felt it。 A jarring concussion； as if somebody had thrown a cinderblock in the water near the boat。 Instantly something nearly pulled the rod from his hands。 On instinct Decker yanked back。 The line screeched off the old reel in short bursts； bending the rod into an inverse U。 The fish circled and broke the surface on the starboard side； toward the stern。 Its back was banded in greenish black； its shoulders bronze； and its fat belly as pale as ice。 The gills rattled like dice when the bass shook its huge mouth。
〃Damn！〃 Decker grunted。
〃She's a big girl；〃 Skink said； just watching。
The fish went deep； tugged some； sat some； then dug for the roots of the lilies。 Awestruck； Decker more or less hung on。 Skink knew what would happen； and it did。 The fish cleverly wrapped the line in the weeds and broke off with a loud crack。 The battle had lasted but three minutes。
〃Shit；〃 Decker said。 He turned on the lantern and studied the broken end of the monofilament。
〃Ten…pounder；〃 Skink said。 〃Easy。〃 He swung his legs over the plank； braced his boots on the transom； and started to row。
Decker asked； 〃You got another one of those eels？〃
〃We're going in；〃 Skink said。
〃One more shot； captain…I'll do better next time。〃
〃You did fine； Miami。 You got what you needed； a jolt of the ballbuster fever。 Save me from listening to a lot of stupid questions down the road。〃 Skink picked up the pace with the oars。
Decker said； 〃I've got to admit； it was fun。〃
〃That's what they say。〃
During the trip back to shore； Decker couldn't stop thinking about the big bass； the tensile shock of its strength against his own muscles。 Maybe there was something mystical to Bobby Clinch's obsession。 The experience； Decker admitted to himself； had been exhilarating and pure； the solitude and darkness of the lake shattered by a brute from the deep。 It was nothing like fishing on the drift boats； or dropping shrimp off the bridges in the Keys。 This was different。 Decker felt like a little kid； all wired up。
〃I want to try this again；〃 he told Skink。
〃Maybe someday； after the dirty work is over。 You want to hear my theory？〃
〃Sure。〃 Decker had been waiting all damn night。
Skink said： 〃Robert Clinch found out about the cheating。 He knew who and he knew how。 I think he was after the proof when they caught him on the bog。〃
〃Who caught him？ Dickie Lockhart？〃
Skink said； 〃Dickie wasn't in the other boat I saw。 He's not that stupid。〃
〃But he sent somebody to kill Bobby Clinch。〃
〃I'm not sure of that； Miami。 Maybe it was a trap； or maybe Clinch just turned up in the worst place at the worst time。〃
〃What was Bobby looking for？〃 Decker asked。
Skink made three swipes of the oars before answering。 〃A fish；〃 he said。 〃A particular fish。〃
That was Skink's theory； or what he intended to share of it。 Twice Decker asked Skink what he meant； what particular fish； but Skink never replied。 He rowed mechanically。 The only sounds on the lake were his husky breaths and the rhythmic squeak of the rusty oarlocks。
Slowly the details of the southern shoreline； including the crooked silhouette of the cabin； came into Decker's view。 The trip was almost over。
Decker asked； 〃You e out here every night？〃
〃Only when I'm in the mood for fish dinner；〃 Skink replied。
〃And you always use that big purple worm？〃
〃Nope；〃 Skink said； beaching the boat with a final stroke； 〃what I usually use is a twelve…gauge。〃
When R。 J。 Decker got back to the motel； he found a note from the night manager on the door。 The note said Ott Pickney had called； but it didn't say why。
Decker already had the key in the lock when he heard a car pull in and park。 He glanced over his shoulder； half…expecting to see Ott's perky Toyota flatbed。
What he saw instead was a tangerine Corvette。
Decker had a poor memory for names。 Terrific eye for faces； but no name recollection whatsoever。
〃It was a spring…fashion shoot；〃 Lanie Gault prodded。 〃You acted like you'd rather be in Salvador。〃
〃I think I remember now；〃 Decker said。 〃On Sanibel Beach； right？〃
Lanie nodded。 She sat on the edge of the bed； looking relaxed。 Strange motel room； strange man； but still relaxed。 Decker was not nearly so fortable。
〃Must have been five； six years ago；〃 he said。 Trying to be professional； trying not to look at her legs。
〃You've put on some weight；〃 Lanie said。 〃It's good weight； though； don't worry。〃
Decker turned on the television； looking for Letterman。 He stopped flipping channels when he found one of those dreadful syndicated game shows。 He sat down heavily and pretended to watch the tube。
〃Do I look any different？〃 Lanie asked。 She didn't say it as if she were begging a pliment。
〃You look great；〃 Decker said； turning from the TV。
〃Believe it or not； I think I've still got the swimsuit I wore for the pictures。〃
On this detail Decker's memory was clear。 Yellow one…piece thong； the kind that required some touch…up shaving。
Lanie said； 〃You screwed one of the other models； didn't you？〃
Decker sighed。
〃She was talking about it on the drive back to Boca。〃
〃I hope she was kind；〃 Decker said。 Diane was her name。 A very nice lady。 Hadn't seemed like the magpie type； but here you had it。 He'd kept a phone number； except now she was married to a large Puerto Rican police captain。 Her number was filed under S； for suicide。
Lanie Gault kicked her sandals off and sat cross…legged on the bedspread。 She wore a fruity…colored sleeveless top and white shorts。 Her arms and legs； even the tops of her feet； were a golden tan。 So were her neck and chest； the part Decker could see。 He wondered about the rest； wondered if it was worth a try。 Bad timing； he decided。
〃Can we turn that shit down； please？〃 Lanie said。 On the television a young couple from Napa had just won an Oldsmobile Cutlass； and the audience was going nuts。
Decker twisted down the volume。
She said； 〃Look； I'm sorry about this morning。 I'd had a couple martinis to get me going。〃
〃Don't blame you；〃 Decker said。
〃I must have sounded like a coldhearted whore； which I'm not。〃
Decker went along with it。 〃It was a tough funeral；〃 he said； 〃especially with the wife there。〃
〃You said it。〃
〃Before you tell me about Bobby；〃 Decker said； 〃I'd like to know how you knew about me。 About why I was here。〃 He guessed it was her brother but he wanted to make sure。
〃Dennis called me；〃 Lanie said。
〃Why？〃
〃Because he knows I've got a personal interest。 Or maybe he's just feeling guilty about Bobby and wants me to know he's not giving up on it。〃
Or maybe he wants you to try me out； Decker thought。
Lanie said； 〃I met Bobby Clinch at a bass tournament in Dallas two summers ago。 I was doing outdoor layouts for the Neiman…Marcus catalog…beach togs； picnic wear； stuff like that。 Dennis happened to be in town for this big tournament； so I drove out to the reservoir one afternoon； just to say hi。 Must have been sixty boats； a hundred guys； and they all looked exactly the same。 They dressed alike； walked alike； talked alike； chewed tobacco alike。 All dragging fish to be weighed。 Afterward they gathered around this tall chalkboard to see who was ahead in the points。 Christ； I thought I'd died and gone to redneck hell。〃
〃Then Bobby came along。〃
〃Right；〃 Lanie said。 〃He said hello； introduced himself。 It sounds corny； but I could tell he was different from the others。〃
〃Corny〃 was not the word for how it sounded。 Decker listened politely anyway。 He figured there was a love scene ing。
Lanie said； 〃That night； while the rest of the guys were playing poker and getting bombed； he took me out on the reservoir in his boat； just the two of us。 I'll never forget； it was a crescent moon； not a cloud anywhere。〃 She laughed gently and her eyes dropped。 〃We wound up making it out on the water。 In the bow of Bobby's boat was this fancy pedestal seat that spun around 。。。 and that's what we did。 Lucky we didn't capsize。〃
This girl； Decker thought； has a wondrous imagination。
〃Bobby wasn't one of these full…time tournament freaks；
