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（a） domestic turmoil； （b） automobile accidents； （c） hunting accidents； （d） boating accidents； or （e） lightning。 Harney County had more fatal lightning strikes than any other place in Florida； though no one knew why。 The local fundamentalist church had a field day with this statistic。
When news of Robert Clinch's death arrived at the laboratory； Dr。 Pembroke was staring at a mon wart （verruca vulgaris） that had e from the thumb of a watermelon farmer。 The scaly brown lump was not a pleasant sight； but it was infinitely preferable to the swollen visage of a dead bass fisherman。 The doctor tried to stall and pretend he was deeply occupied at the microscope； but the sheriffs deputy waited patiently； leafing through some dermatology pamphlets。 Dr。 Pembroke finally gave up and got in the back of the squad car for the short ride to the morgue。
〃Can you tell me what happened？〃 Dr。 Pembroke asked； leaning forward。
〃It's Bobby Clinch；〃 the deputy said over his shoulder。 〃Musta flipped his boat in the lake。〃
Dr。 Pembroke was relieved。 Now he had a theory； soon he'd have a cause…of…death。 In no time he could return to the wart。 Maybe this wouldn't be so bad。
The police car pulled up to a low red…brick building that served as the county morgue。 The building had once been leased out as a Burger King restaurant； and had not been refurbished since the county bought it。 While the Burger King sign had been removed （and sold to a college fraternity house）； the counters； booths； and drive…up window remained exactly as they had been in the days of the Whopper。 Dr。 Pembroke once wrote a letter to the county mission suggesting that a fast…food joint was hardly the proper site for a morgue； but the missioners tersely pointed out that it was the only place in Harney with a walk…in freezer。
Peering through the plate…glass window； Dr。 Pembroke saw a pudgy man with a ruddy； squashed…looking face。 It was Culver Rundell； whose shoulders （the doctor remembered） had been covered with brown junctional moles。 These had been expertly biopsied and found to be nonmalignant。
〃Hey； doc！〃 Culver Rundell said as Dr。 Pembroke came through the door。
〃Hello；〃 the pathologist said。 〃How are those moles？〃 Pathologists seldom have to deal with whole patients so they are notoriously weak at making small talk。
〃The moles are ing back；〃 Culver Rundell reported； 〃by the hundreds。 My wife takes a Flair pen and plays connect…the…dots from my neck to my butthole。〃
〃Why don't you e by the office and I'll take a look。〃
〃Naw； doc； you done your best。 I'm used to the damn things； and so's Jeannie。 We make the best of the situation； if you know what I mean。〃
Culver Rundell ran a fish camp on Lake Jesup。 He was not much of a fisherman but he loved the live…bait business； worms and wild shiners mainly。 He also served as official weighmaster for some of America's most prestigious bass tournaments； and this honor Culver Rundell owed to his lifelong friendship with Dickie Lockhart； champion basser。
〃Are you the one who found the deceased？〃 Dr。 Pembroke asked。
〃Nope； that was the Davidson boys。〃
〃Which ones？〃 Dr。 Pembroke asked。 There were three sets of Davidson boys in Harney County。
〃Daniel and Desi。 They found Bobby floating at the bog and hauled him back to the fish camp。 The boys wanted to go back out so I told 'em I'd take care of the body。 We didn't have no hearse so I used my four…by…four。〃
Dr。 Pembroke climbed over the counter into what once had been the kitchen area of the Burger King。 With some effort； Culver Rundell followed。
The body of Robert Clinch lay on a long stainless…steel table。 The stench was dreadful； a mixture of wet death and petrified french fries。
〃Holy Jesus；〃 said Dr。 Pembroke。
〃I know it；〃 said Rundell。
〃How long was he in the water？〃 the doctor asked。
〃We were kind of hoping you'd tell us。〃 It was the deputy； standing at the counter as if waiting for a vanilla shake。
Dr。 Pembroke hated floaters and this was a beaut。 Bobby Clinch's eyes were popping out of his face； milkballs on springs。 An engorged tongue poked from the dead man's mouth like a fat coppery eel。
〃What happened to his head？〃 Dr。 Pembroke asked。 It appeared that numerous patches of Robert Clinch's hair had been yanked raw from his scalp； leaving the checker…skulled impression of an under…dressed punk rocker。
〃Ducks；〃 said Culver Rundell。 〃A whole flock。〃
〃They thought it was food；〃 the deputy explained。
〃It looks like pickerel weeds； hair does。 Especially hair like Bobby's；〃 Rundell went on。 〃In the water it looks like weeds。〃
〃This time of year ducks'll eat anything；〃 the deputy added。
Dr。 Pembroke felt queasy。 Sometimes he wished he'd gone into radiology like his dumb cousin。 With heavy stainless surgical shears he began to cut Robert Clinch's clothes off； a task made more arduous by the swollen condition of the limbs and torso。 As soon as Clinch's waterlogged dungarees were cut away and more purple flesh was revealed； both Culver Rundell and the sheriffs deputy decided to wait on the other side of the counter； where they took a booth and chatted about the latest scandal with the University of Florida football team。
Fifteen minutes later； Dr。 Pembroke came out with a chart on a clipboard。 He was scribbling as he talked。
〃The body was in the water at least twenty…four hours；〃 he said。 〃Cause of death was drowning。〃
〃Was he drunk？〃 Rundell asked。
〃I doubt it； but I won't get the blood tests back for about a week。〃
〃Should I tell the sheriff it was an accident？〃 the deputy said。
〃It looks that way； yes；〃 Dr。 Pembroke said。 〃There was a head wound consistent with impact in a high…speed crash。〃
A bad bruise is what it was； consistent with any number of things； but Dr。 Pembroke preferred to be definitive。 Much of what he knew about forensic medicine came from watching reruns of the television show Quincy； M。E。 Quincy the TV coroner could always glance at an injury and announce what exactly it was consistent with； so Dr。 Pembroke tried to do the same。 The truth was that after the other two men had left the autopsy table； Dr。 Pembroke had worked as hastily as possible。 He had drawn blood； made note of a golf…ball…size bruise on Bobby Clinch's skull and； with something less than surgical acuity； hacked a Y…shaped incision from the neck to the belly。 He had reached in； grabbed a handful of lung； and quickly ascertained that it was full of brackish lake water； which is exactly what Dr。 Pembroke wanted to see。 It meant that Bobby Clinch had drowned； as suspected。 Further proof was the presence of a shiny dead minnow in the right bronchus； indicating that on the way down Bobby Clinch had inhaled violently； but to no avail。 Having determined this； Dr。 Pembroke had wasted not another moment with the rancid body； had not even turned it over for a quick look…see before dragging it into the hamburger cooler。
The pathologist signed the death certificate and handed it to the deputy。 Culver Rundell read it over the lawman's shoulder and nodded。 〃I'll call Clarisse；〃 he said； 〃then I gotta hose out the truck。〃
The largemouth bass is the most popular gamefish in North America； as it can be found in the warmest waters of almost every state。 Its appeal has grown so astronomically in the last ten years that thousands of bass…fishing clubs have sprung up； and are swamped with new members。 According to the sporting…goods industry； more millions of dollars are spent to catch largemouth bass than are spent on any other outdoor activity in the United States。 Bass magazines promote the species as the workingman's fish； available to anyone within strolling distance of a lake； river； culvert； reservoir； rockpit； or drainage ditch。 The bass is not picky； it is hardy； prolific； and on a given day will eat just about any God…awful lure dragged in front of its maw。 As a fighter it is bullish； but tires easily； as a jumper its skills are admirable； though no match for a graceful rainbow trout or tarpon； as table fare it is blandly acceptable； even tasty when properly seasoned。 Its astonishing popularity es from a modest bination of these traits； plus the simple fact that there are so many largemouth bass swimming around that
