ch.nativetongue-第17章
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Joe Winder noticed that the tide was slowing。 These fish would be gone soon。
But there was Nina in her black panties。 Knee deep in the Atlantic。 Blond hair tied back under her cap with a pink ribbon。 Reading some damn nonsense about sex on the Amtrak； in that killer voice of hers。 The words didn't matter； it was all music to Joe Winder； he was stirred by the sight of her in the water with the sun dropping behind the Keys。 At times like this he sure loved Florida。
Nina told him to quit staring at her all sappy and listen； so he did。
〃Sometimes； late at night； I dream that you're a lootive。 And I'm riding you on top； stretched out with my legs around your middle。 First we go uphill； real slow and hard and rough。 Then all of a sudden I'm riding the engine down； faster and harder and hotter until。。。〃
〃Until what？〃 Joe Winder said。
〃Until whatever；〃 said Nina with a shrug。 〃I figure I'd just leave the rest to their imagination。〃
〃No；〃 said Winder。 〃A metaphor like that； you need a big ending。〃 He slapped a mosquito that had penetrated the sheen of Cutter's on his neck。 〃How about： We're going downhill； out of control； faster and hotter。 I scream for you to stop but you keep pumping and pumping until I explode； melting against you。〃
From someplace…her bra？…Nina produced a ballpoint pen and began to scribble。 〃The pumping business is a bit much；〃 she said； 〃but I like the melting part。 That's good imagery； Joe； thanks。〃
〃Any time。〃
〃Miriam's writing up another hot…tub blowjob。〃
〃Not again；〃 said Joe Winder。
〃She says it's going to be a series。〃 Nina folded up the notebook paper and slipped it back in the pocket of her shirt。 〃I'm going to be late to work if I don't get a move on。 You ing in？〃
〃No； there's another school working that deep edge。 I'm gonna try not to brain 'em with this feather。〃
Nina said good luck and sloshed back toward shore。
Halfway there； she turned and said； 〃My God； I almost forgot。 I got one of those phone calls at home。〃
Winder stopped tracking the fish。 He closed the bail on his spinning reel； and tucked the rod in the crook of an elbow。 〃Was it Koocher？〃 he asked； across the flat。
Nina shook her head。 〃It was a different voice from last time。〃 She took a half…dozen splashy steps toward him； so she wouldn't have to yell so far。 〃But that's what I wanted to tell you。 The guy today said he was Dr。 Koocher； only he wasn't。 It was the wrong voice from before。〃
Joe Winder said； 〃You're sure？〃
〃It's my business； Joe。 It's what I do all night； listen to grown men lie。〃
〃What exactly did he say； Nina？ The guy who called。 Besides that he was Koocher。〃
〃He said all hell was breaking loose at the park。〃
〃All hell；〃 repeated Winder。
〃And he said he wanted to meet you tonight at the Card Sound Bridge。〃
〃When？〃
〃Midnight sharp。〃 Nina shifted her weight from one leg to the other； rippling the water。 〃You're not going；〃 she said。 〃Please？〃
Joe Winder looked back across the flats； lifeless in the empty auburn dusk。 〃No sign of those fish；〃 he said。 〃I believe this tide is officially dead。〃
EIGHT
Bud Schwartz didn't have to open his eyes to know where he was； the scent of jasmine room freshener assailed his nostrils。 He was in Molly McNamara's place； lying on the living…room sofa。 He could feel her stare； unblinking； like a stuffed owl。
〃I know you're awake；〃 she said。
He elected not to open his eyes right away。
〃Son； I know you're there。〃
It was the same tone she had used the first time they met； at one of the low points in Bud Schwartz's burglary career； he had been arrested after his 1979 Chrysler Cordoba stalled in the middle of 163rd Street； less than a block from the duplex apartment he had just burglarized with his new partner； Danny Pogue。 The victim of the crime had been driving home when he saw the stalled car； stopped to help and immediately recognized the Sony television； Panasonic clock radio； Amana microwave and Tandy laptop puter stacked neatly in the Cordoba's back seat。 The reason the stuff was lying in the back seat was because the trunk was full of stolen Neil Diamond cassettes that the burglars could not； literally； give away。
Bud Schwartz had been smoking in a holding cell of the Dade County Jail when Molly McNamara arrived。
At the time； she was a volunteer worker for Jackson Memorial Hospital and the University of Miami Medical School； her job was recruiting jail inmates as subjects for medical testing； a task that suited her talent for maternal prodding。 She had entered the holding cell wearing white rubber…soled shoes； a polyester nurse's uniform and latex gloves。
〃I'm insulted；〃 Bud Schwartz had said。
Molly McNamara had eyed him over the top of her glasses and said； 〃I understand you're looking at eighteen months。〃
〃Twelve； tops；〃 Bud Schwartz had said。
〃Well； I'm here to offer you a splendid opportunity。〃
〃And I'm here to listen。〃
Molly had asked if Bud Schwartz was interested in testing a new ulcer drug for the medical school。
〃I don't have no ulcers。〃
〃It doesn't matter；〃 Molly had said。 〃You'd be in the control group。〃 A pill a day for three months； she had explained。 Sign up now； the prosecutor asks the judge to chop your time in half。
〃Your friend's already agreed to it。〃
〃That figures；〃 Bud Schwartz had said。 〃I end up with ulcers； he'll be the cause of it。〃
When he'd asked about possible side effects； Molly read from a printed page： headaches； high blood pressure； urinary…tract infections。
〃Run that last one by me again。〃
〃It's unlikely you'll experience any problems；〃 Molly had assured him。 They've been testing this medication for almost two years。〃
〃Thanks； just the same。〃
〃I know you're smarter than this；〃 Molly had told him in a chiding tone。
〃If I was really smart；〃 Bud Schwartz had said； 〃I'd a put new plugs in the car。〃
A week later she had returned； this time without the rubber gloves。 Pulled his rap sheet out of her purse； held it up like the Dead Sea Scrolls。
〃I've been looking for a burglar；〃 she had said。
〃What for？〃
〃Ten thousand dollars。〃
〃Very funny；〃 Bud Schwartz had said。
〃Call me when you get out。 You and your friend。〃
〃You serious？〃
〃It's not what you think；〃 Molly had said。
〃I can't think of anything。 Except maybe you're some kinda snitch for the cops。〃
〃Be serious； young man。〃 Again with the needle in her voice； worse than his mother。 〃Don't mention this to anyone。〃
〃Who the hell would believe it？ Ten grand； I swear。〃
〃Call me when you get out。〃
〃Be a while；〃 he said。 〃Hey； is it too late to get me in on that ulcer deal？〃
That was six months ago。
Bud Schwartz touched the place on his brow where the rent…a…cop's flashlight had clobbered him。 He could feel a scabby eruption the size of a golf ball。 〃Damn；〃 he said； opening his eyes slowly。
Molly McNamara moved closer and stood over him。 She was wearing her reading glasses with the pink roses on the frames。 She said； 〃Your friend is in the bedroom。〃
〃Danny's back？〃
〃I was on my way here when I spotted him at the Farm Stores。 He tried to get away； but…〃
〃You didn't shoot him again？〃 Bud Schwartz was asking more out of curiosity than concern。
〃No need to；〃 said Molly。 〃I had the Cadillac。 I think your friend realized there's no point in getting run over。〃
With a wheeze； Bud Schwartz sat up。 His ears pounded and stomach juices bubbled up sourly in his throat。 As always； Molly was prompt with the first aid。 She handed him a towel filled with chipped ice and told him to pack it against his wound。
Danny Pogue clumped into the living room and sat on the other end of the sofa。 〃You look like shit；〃 he said to Bud Schwartz。
〃Thank you； Tom Selleck。〃 From under the towel Bud Schwartz glared with one crimson eye。
Molly McNamara said； 〃That's enough； the both of you。 I can't begin to tell you how much trouble you've caused。〃
〃We was trying to get out of your hair is all；〃 said Danny Pogue。 〃Why're you keeping us prisoners？〃
Molly said； 〃Aren't we being a bit melodramatic？ You are not prisoners。 You're simply two young men in my employ until I decide otherwise。〃
〃In case you didn't hear；〃 said Bud Schwartz； 〃Linco
