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m。 Dr。 Koocher died two weeks ago in a tragic drowning at the park's outdoor whale tank。 That incident is still under investigation。
Charles Chelsea； vice president of publicity； said the cash offer to Mrs。 Koocher 〃demonstrates our sense of loss and sorrow over the untimely death of her husband。〃
Added Chelsea： 〃Will was instrumental in our rare…animal programs； and his heroic efforts to save the blue…tongued mango vole won international acclaim。〃
In a statement released Sunday morning； Francis X。 Kingsbury； founder and chairman of the Amazing Kingdom； said that Dr。 Koocher's death 〃was a tragedy for all of us at the park。 We had e to love and admire Will； who was as much a part of our family as Robbie Raccoon or Petey Possum。〃
The 2。8 million settlement offer is 〃a gesture not only of passion； but fairness；〃 Mr。 Kingsbury added。 〃If Dr。 Koocher's family isn't satisfied； we would certainly consider increasing the payment。〃
Joe Winder reread the announcement； inserted the word 〃pletely〃 before 〃satisfied；〃 and fed the paper into the fax machine。 He considered phoning Nina again； but decided it was no use； the woman was groping recklessly for male panionship。 What else could explain her irrational attraction to a disembodied masculine voice？
Besides； Joe had Carrie now…or she had him。 The dynamics of the relationship had yet to be calibrated。
Winder was in the mood for acoustic guitar； so he put on some Neil Young and fixed himself four eggs； scrambled； and two English muffins with tangerine marmalade。 Glancing out the kitchen window； he noticed a tow truck parked crookedly on the shoulder of the dirt lane。 He didn't see a driver。
The shower had been running for some time。 Winder cracked the door and saw Skink curled in a fetal snooze； cold water slapping on the blaze weather suit。 Winder decided not to wake him。
Suddenly he heard a pop like a car backfiring； and a hole the size of a nickel appeared in the tile six inches above Skink's face。 Then came another bang； another hole。
Joe Winder yelled and dived out of the doorway。
In a way； Carrie Lanier was glad that the Amazing Kingdom was closed。 It meant an extra day to work on her singing； which was still rusty； and to design a new costume for Princess Golden Sun。
Driving back toward the mainland； she couldn't wait to tell Joe about all the TV trucks and helicopters at the park's main gate。 A reporter from Channel 10 had approached the car and thrust a microphone in her face and asked if she had seen any snakes。 Quickly Carrie had improvised a story about a teeming herd…she wasn't sure it was the right term…slithering across County Road 905 near Carysfort。 The fellow from Channel 10 had marshaled his camera crew and sprinted off toward the van。
Carrie was impressed by the immediate and dramatic effect of Joe Winder's hoax： everyone was wearing sturdy rubber hip boots。
On the way home； she practiced another song from the show。
You took our whole Indian nation； Stuck us on this reservation。 Took away our way of life； The garfish gig and the gator knife。 Seminole people！ Seminole tribe！
It was a variation of a song called 〃Indian Reservation；〃 which was recorded by Paul Revere and the Raiders； a band not generally remembered for its biting social mentary。 Carrie Lanier thought the new lyrics were insipid； but she liked the simple tune and tom…tom rhythms。 She was singing the third verse when she turned into the trailer park and spotted a bloated bodybuilder firing a pistol into the side of her double…wide。
Without hesitating； without even honking the horn； Carrie Lanier took aim。
Pedro Luz was so thoroughly engrossed in assassinating Joe Winder in the shower that he didn't hear the 1979 Buick Electra until it mowed a row of garbage cans ten feet behind him。 Pedro Luz started to run but tripped over a garden hose and pitched forward； arms outstretched； it seemed as if he were tumbling in slow motion。 When he stopped； the Buick was parked squarely on his left foot。
He lay there for a full minute； bracing for agony that never came： Each of the twenty…six bones in Pedro Luz's foot had been pulverized； yet the only sensation was a mildly annoying throb。 Four thousand pounds of ugly Detroit steel on his toes and not even a twinge of pain。 Incredible； Pedro thought； the ultimate result of supreme physical conditioning！ Or possibly the drugs。
Apparently the driver had abandoned the Buick with the engine running。 Steroids and all； Pedro Luz could not budge the sedan by himself。 Meanwhile； the gunfire and crash had awakened other denizens of the trailer park； bulldogs yapped； doors slammed； babies wailed； a rooster cackled。 Probably somebody had phoned the police。
Pedro Luz probed at the bloody burrito that was now his left foot； protruding beneath a Goodyear white…wall； and made a fateful decision。
What the hell； he mused。 Long as I'm feeling no pain。
Dr。 Richard Rafferty's assistant called him at home to say there was an emergency； he'd better e right away。 When he arrived at the office； the doctor sourly observed a tow truck parked in the handicapped zone。 Inside the examining room； a husky one…eyed man with a radio collar lay prone on the steel table。
Dr。 Rafferty said： 〃Is this some kind of joke？〃
The couple who had brought the injured man said he had been shot at least twice。
〃Then he's got a big problem；〃 said Dr。 Rafferty； 〃because I'm a veterinarian。〃
The couple seemed to know this already。 〃He won't go to a regular doctor；〃 Joe Winder explained。
Carrie Lanier added； 〃We took him to the hospital but he refused to get out of the truck。〃
Dr。 Rafferty's assistant pulled him aside。 〃I believe I saw a gun；〃 he whispered。
Skink opened his good eye and turned toward the vet。 〃Richard； you remember me？〃
〃I'm not sure。〃
〃The night that panther got nailed by the liquor truck。〃
Dr。 Rafferty leaned closer and studied the face。 〃Lord； yes；〃 he said。 〃I do remember。〃 It was the same fellow who'd charged into the office with a hundred…pound wildcat in his bare arms。 The doctor remembered how the dying panther had clawed bloody striations on the man's neck and shoulders。
Skink said； 〃You did a fine job； even though we lost the animal。〃
〃We gave it our best。〃
〃How about another try？〃
〃Look； I don't work on humans。〃
〃I won't tell a soul；〃 Skink said。
〃Please；〃 Joe Winder cut in； 〃you're the only one he'll trust。〃
Skink's chest heaved； and he let out a groan。
〃He's lost some blood；〃 Carrie said。
Dr。 Rafferty slipped out of his jacket and told the assistant to prepare a surgical tray。 〃Oh； we've got plenty of blood；〃 the doctor said； 〃but unless you're a schnauzer； it won't do you much good。〃
〃Whatever；〃 Skink mumbled； drifting light…headedly。 〃If you can't fix me up； then put me to sleep。 Like you would any old sick dog。〃
TWENTY…SIX
Charles Chelsea decided that 〃dapper〃 was too strong a word for Francis X。 Kingsbury's appearance； 〃presentable〃 was more like it。
Kingsbury wore a gray silk necktie； and a long…sleeved shirt to conceal the lewd mouse tattoo。 The reason for the sartorial extravagance was an invitation to address the Tri…County Chamber of merce luncheon； Kingsbury intended to use the occasion to unveil a model of the Falcon Trace Golf and Country Club Resort munity。
Impatiently he pointed at Charles Chelsea's belly and said： 〃So？ The damn snake situation…let's hear it。〃
〃The worst is over；〃 said Chelsea； with genuine confidence。 He had countered Joe Winder's moccasin attack with a publicity blurb announcing that most of the reptiles had turned out to be harmless banded water snakes that only looked like deadly cottonmouths。 For reinforcement Chelsea had released videotape of a staged capture； peppered with reassuring ments from a local zoologist。
〃By the end of the week； we can send back all those boots；〃 Chelsea said in conclusion。
〃All right； that's fine。〃 Kingsbury swiveled toward the window； then back again。 Restlessly he kneaded the folds of his neck。 〃Item Number Two；〃 he said。 〃This shit with the doctor's widow； is that cleared up yet？〃
Here Chelsea faltered； for Joe Winder had stymied him with the Koocher gambit。 The p
