ch.doublewhammy-第75章
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f…mutilation should have been evident to Deacon Johnson （who； after all； was being paid two hundred thou a year to prevent such embarrassments）。
Failing to locate Deacon Johnson； Charlie Weeb returned to the stage and tried to make the best of things。 His image as a faith…healer was damaged； perhaps irreparably； but that concerned him less than the mounting specter of financial ruin。 Word had filtered back to Weeb that many of the pilgrims who had signed new contracts for Lunker Lakes homesites were having second thoughts…a half…dozen had even demanded their deposits back。 Weeb's stomach had churned sourly at the news。
What he now needed…in fact； the only thing that would save the project…was a big warm Southern finish。 Specifically： a beaming； tanned； lovable； good ole boy in the person of Eddie Spurling； with a string of lunker bass。 That would put the mood right。
So Charlie Weeb seized the microphone and talked a blue streak as the boats roared in。 He talked about sunshine； balmy climate； calm waters； central air； adjustable mortgages； bike paths； rec rooms； low maintenance fees； the Olympic…size swimming pool； everything but fish。
Because there weren't any。
Every boat was ing back empty。 The OCN sports reporter would stick a mike in front of the angler and the angler would straighten his cap and spit some chaw and grumble about it being one of those days； and then the sports reporter would smile lamely and say better luck next time。
Those gathered dockside…primarily the sponsors and tackle reps and devoted relatives of the contestants…could not recall such a dismal day of bass fishing； even in the weeks after Hurricane Camille had torn up the South。
Skink himself was worried by what he saw； but there was nothing to do but wait。 Surely somebody had caught some fish。
As the pattern became clear to Charlie Weeb； he found it increasingly difficult to put a positive spin on the day's events。 A weigh…in with nothing to weigh was extremely dull television； even by cable standards。 To fill air time until Fast Eddie Spurling arrived； Weeb ordered the director to run some how…to fishing videos supplied by the big tackle panies。
With only ten minutes until deadline； and the winter sun nearly gone； forty…seven bass boats had checked in at the ramp。 The empty scoreboard mocked Charlie Weeb。 He could no longer summon the courage to look at the Happy Gland entourage。
Where were Eddie Spurling and his ringers？
Backstage the young hydrologist approached Reverend Weeb and said； 〃Bad news…the water's worse today than ever。〃
〃Get out of my sight；〃 Weeb said。 He didn't give a damn anymore about the water…Eddie's fish would be fine； since they were ing out of the Everglades。
With a grave look； the hydrologist said； 〃You're about to have a major problem。〃
〃And you're about to get a size…ten Florsheim up your ass； so get lost。〃
Weeb's earpiece crackled and the TV director said： 〃How much longer？〃
〃We got three boats out；〃 the preacher said。 〃Sit tight； it'll be worth it。〃
It was。
Naturally Skink was first to hear them。 He hopped off Decker's car and ambled down to the dock。 The other onlookers gave way； recognizing him instantly as the deranged Cyclops whom Reverend Weeb had tried to cure。 Skink stood alone until Decker and Catherine came down； holding hands。
〃Listen；〃 Skink said。
Decker heard the boat。 Whoever it was； he was approaching very slowly_a behavior virtually unknown in professional bass…fishing circles。
〃Engine trouble？〃 Decker said。
Skink shook his head。 A mischievous grin split his face。
Catherine said； 〃This ought to be good。〃
Suddenly the dock was washed in hot light as the kliegs came on。 An OCN cameraman； a wiry young man with curly red hair； hustled across the boat ramp with the Minicam balanced on one shoulder。 Without explanation he handed the camera and battery pack to R。 J。 Decker； and bounded away。
〃Prior engagement；〃 Skink explained。 Catherine couldn't be sure； but she thought he winked his good eye behind the sunglasses。
Decker got the Minicam focused while Catherine fitted the headset over his ears。 In the earphone he could hear the director hollering for Camera Two to get steady。
〃This is a breeze；〃 Decker said。 A four…year…old could work the zoom。
Skink rubbed his leathery hands together。 〃Lights！ Camera！〃
Decker aimed down the lake and waited。 Before long a bass boat chugged into view。 It was Fast Eddie Spurting； going slow。 The reason was obvious。
He was towing two other boats。
〃Is it Spurling？〃 the TV director barked at Camera Two。
〃Yep；〃 Decker said。
The word was relayed to Reverend Weeb； who got on the PA system and beckoned all within earshot to return at once to the dock area。 Even those who had fled to the buses emerged to see what was going on。
〃Go tight； Rudy；〃 the director instructed Decker； and Decker obliged； as Rudy would have。
As the procession of boats tediously made its way up Lunker Lake Number One； a few people in the crowd （specifically； those with binoculars） began to react alarmingly。 Curious； Charlie Weeb stepped down from the stage to join his congregation at water's edge。
R。 J。 Decker was doing quite well with the TV camera。 Through the viewfinder everything was in perfect focus。
There was Eddie Spurling half…turned in the driver's seat as he checked the crippled boats on his towline。
The first was the wooden skiff…there were Jim Tile and Al Garcia； sitting aft and stern。 They toasted the TV lights with cans of Budweiser。
Charlie Weeb let out a whimper。 〃Mother of God； it's the Tile Brothers。〃 He had pletely forgotten about the spic and the spade。 〃Get the camera offa them！〃 the preacher screamed。
Slowly R。 J。 Decker panned to the second boat； and when he did his knees nearly crimped。
It was the Starcraft； and it wasn't the way Decker had left it。
Catherine said； 〃Oh no；〃 and moved behind Skink。 She leaned her head against his back； and closed her eyes。
The boat was full of buzzards。
There was a ragged cluster of at least a dozen…burly fearless birds； oily brown； stoop…shouldered； with raw pink heads and sharp ruthless eyes。 They belched and shifted and blinked in the bright light； but they didn't fly。 They were too full。
〃Tough customers；〃 Skink whispered to Decker。
Numbly Decker let the TV camera peer into the boat。 He ignored the disembodied voice shrieking from his earpiece。
The buzzards stood in a litter of human bones。 The bones were clean； but occasionally one of the rancid birds would bend down and pick savagely； as a possessive gesture to the others。 The biggest buzzard； a disheveled male with a stained crooked beak； palmed a bare yellow skull in its talons。
〃Looks like a dog；〃 Skink said； puzzled。
〃It's Lucas；〃 Catherine sighed。 〃Rage； I want to go home。〃
As soon as Eddie Spurling tied off the boats； Charlie Weeb barged forward and said； 〃Why'd you tow those fuckers in？〃
〃Because they ast me to。〃
〃So where's the fish？〃
〃No fish；〃 Eddie Spurling reported。 〃I got skunked。〃
Weeb sucked on his upper lip。 He had to be careful what he said。 There was a decent…sized crowd now； the other contestants had hung around just to see how the famous TV fisherman had fared。
〃What do you mean； no fish…how is that possible？〃 Weeb spoke in a low strained voice。 He used his eyes to grill Eddie about the ringers…where the fuck were they！
〃Damn rascals just weren't bitin'。〃
〃You're in big trouble； Eddie。〃
〃Naw； I don't think so。〃
The sports reporter from OCN poked his microphone into Spurling's face and asked the star of Fish Fever what had happened。
〃Just one of those days；〃 Fast Eddie mused； 〃when you feel like a spit…valve on the trombone of life。〃
Al Garcia and Jim Tile climbed out of the skiff with the Igloo cooler。 Skink was waiting for them。
〃We didn't get Queenie；〃 Garcia said。
〃I know。〃
Garcia looked at Jim Tile； then at Skink。
Skink said； 〃Bet you boys had some engine trouble。〃
〃I don't believe this；〃 Garcia said。 He realized what had happened； but he didn't know why。
〃What's going on； jungle man？〃
〃Change of plans；〃 Skink said。 〃Late…breaking brainstorm。〃
Jim Tile was thinking about it。 〃The Starcraf
