ch.nativetongue-第62章
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red up yet？〃
Here Chelsea faltered； for Joe Winder had stymied him with the Koocher gambit。 The publicity man was at a loss for remedies。 There was no clever or graceful way to recant a 2。8 million settlement offer for a wrongful death。
Anxiety manifested itself in a clammy deluge from Chelsea's armpits。 〃Sir； this one's a stumper；〃 he said。
〃I don't want to hear it！〃 Kingsbury clasped his hands in a manner suggesting that he was trying to control a homicidal rage。 〃What was it； two…point…eight？ There's no fucking way…what； do I look like Onassis？〃
Chelsea's jaws ached from nervous clenching。 He pushed onward： 〃To rescind the offer could have very grave consequences； publicity…wise。 The fallout could be ugly。〃
〃Grave consequences？ I'll give you grave； Charlie。 Two million simoleons outta my goddamn pocket； how's that for grave？〃
〃Perhaps you should talk to the insurance pany。〃
〃Ha！〃 Kingsbury tossed back his head and snorted insanely。 〃They just jack the rates； those assholes； every time some putz from Boise stubs his little toe。 No way； Charlie； am I talking to those damn insurance people。〃
In recent years the insurance pany had tripled its liability premium for the Amazing Kingdom of Thrills。 This was due to the unusually high incidence of accidents and injuries on the main attractions； the Wet Willy water slide alone had generated seventeen lawsuits； and out…of…court settlements totaling nearly three…quarters of a million dollars。 Even more costly was the freakish malfunction of a mechanical bull at the Wild Bill Hiccup Corral…an elderly British tourist had been hospitalized with a 90…degree crimp in his plastic penile implant。 The jury's seven…figure verdict had surprised no one。
There was no point rehashing these sad episodes with Francis Kingsbury； for it would only appear that Charles Chelsea was trying to defend the insurance pany。
〃I think you should be aware；〃 he said； 〃Mrs。 Koocher has retained an attorney。〃
〃Good for her；〃 Kingsbury rumbled。 〃Let her explain to a judge what the hell her old man was doing； swimming with a damn killer whale in the middle of the night。〃
Chelsea was now on the precipice of anger himself。 〃If we drag this out； the Herald and the TV will be all over us。 Do we really want a pack of reporters investigating the doctor's death？〃
Kingsbury squinted suspiciously。 〃What are you getting at？〃
〃I'm simply advising you to take time and think about this。 Let me stall the media。〃
The swiveling started again； back and forth； Kingsbury fidgeting like a hyperactive child。 〃Two…point…eight…million dollars！ Where the hell did that crazy number e from？ I guess he couldn't of made it a hundred grand； something do…able。〃
〃Winder？ No； sir； he tends to think big。〃
〃He's trying to put me out of business； isn't he？〃 Francis Kingsbury stopped spinning the chair。 He planted his elbows on the desk and dug his polished fingernails into his jowls。 〃The fucker； this is my theory； the fucker's trying to put me under。〃
〃You might be right；〃 Chelsea admitted。
〃What's his…you hired him； Charlie…what's his angle？〃
〃I couldn't begin to tell you。 For now； my advice is to get the insurance pany in touch with Mrs。 Koocher's lawyer。 Before it blows up even worse。〃
Kingsbury gave an anguished moan。 〃Worse？ How is that possible？〃
〃Anything's possible。〃 Chelsea was alarmed by the weariness in his own voice。 He wondered if the tempest of bad news would ever abate。
The phone buzzed and Kingsbury plucked it off the hook。 He listened； grunted affirmatively and hung up。 〃Pedro's on his way in；〃 he said。 〃And it better be good news or I'm gonna can his fat ass。〃
Pedro Luz did not look like a cheery bundle of good tidings。 The wheelchair was one clue。 The missing foot was another。
Kingsbury sighed。 〃Christ； now what？〃 He saw a whopper of a worker's p claim ing down the pike。
〃An accident；〃 Pedro Luz said； wheeling to a stop in front of Kingsbury's desk。 〃Hey； it's not so bad。〃
Chelsea noticed that the security man's face was swollen and mottled like a rotten melon； and that his massive arms had exploded in fresh acne sores。
Kingsbury drummed on a marble paperweight。 〃So？ Let's hear it。〃
Pedro Luz said； 〃I shot the bastard。〃
〃Yeah？〃
〃You better believe it。〃
Charles Chelsea deftly excused himself； talk of felonies made him unfortable。 He closed the door softly and nearly sprinted down the hall。 He was thinking： Thank God it's finally over。 No more dueling flacks。
Kingsbury grilled Pedro Luz on the details of the Joe Winder murder； but the security man edited selectively。
〃He was in the shower。 I fired eleven times； so I know damn well I hit him。 Besides； I heard the shouts。〃
Kingsbury asked； 〃How do you know he's dead？〃
〃There was lots of blood；〃 said Pedro Luz。 〃And like I told you； I fired almost a dozen goddamn rounds。 Later I set the place on fire。〃
〃Yeah？〃 Kingsbury had seen footage of a trailer blaze on Channel 4； there had been no mention of bodies。
Pedro Luz said； 〃It went up like a damn torch。 One of them cheap mobile homes。〃
〃You're sure the bastard was inside？〃
〃Far as I know。 And the bitch； too。〃
Francis Kingsbury said； 〃Which bitch？ You're losing me here。〃
〃The dumb bitch he was staying with。 The one who ran me over。〃
Pedro Luz gestured at the bandaged stump on the end of his leg。 〃That's what she did to me。〃
The puffy slits made it difficult to read the expression in Pedro Luz's eyes。 Kingsbury said； 〃She hit you with a car？〃
〃More than that； she ran me down。 Parked right on top of me。〃
〃On your foot？ Jesus Christ。〃 Kingsbury winced sympathetically。
Pedro Luz said： 〃Good thing I'm in shape。〃 Self…consciously he folded his bulging arms and spread his hands in a way that covered the pimples。
Kingsbury said； 〃So what happened？〃
〃What do you mean？ I told you what happened。〃
〃No； I mean with the car on your foot。 How'd you get free？〃
〃Oh； I chewed it off；〃 said Pedro Luz； 〃right below the ankle。〃
Kingsbury stared at the stump。 He couldn't think of anything to say。
〃Animals do it all the time；〃 Pedro Luz explained； 〃when they get caught in traps。〃
Francis Kingsbury nodded unconsciously。 His eyes roamed the office； searching for a convenient place to throw up。
〃The hard part wasn't the pain。 The hard part was the reach。〃 Pedro Luz bent down to demonstrate。
〃Oh Lord；〃 Kingsbury muttered。
〃Like I said； it's a good thing I'm in shape。〃
At the campsite； Joe Winder told Molly McNamara it was nice to see her again。 Molly congratulated Joe for blowing up Kingsbury's bulldozers。 Skink thanked Molly for the bottle of Jack Daniels； and briefly related how it had been utilized。 Carrie Lanier was introduced to the burglars； whom she instantly recognized as the scruffy vole robbers。 Bud Schwartz and Danny Pogue were stunned to learn that Robbie Raccoon was a woman； and apologized for knocking Carrie down during the heist。
The heat was throbbing and the hammock steamed。 No breeze stirred off the water。 A high brown haze of African dust muted the hues of the broad summer sky。 Skink handed out cold sodas and tended the fire； he wore cutoff jeans； the panther collar and a thick white vest of tape and bandages。
〃You were lucky；〃 Molly told him。 〃Guy was aiming high；〃 Skink said。 〃He assumed I'd be standing up。〃
As most people do in the shower； thought Joe Winder。 〃He also assumed that you were me；〃 he said。
〃Maybe so。〃 Skink smeared a stick of EDTIAR bug repellent on both arms。 Then he sat down under a buttonwood tree to count the mosquitoes biting his legs。
Carrie Lanier told the others about the breakneck ride to the veterinarian。 〃Dr。 Rafferty did a great job。 We're lucky he knew somebody over at the Red Cross。〃
Between insect frenzies； Danny Pogue struggled to follow the conversation。 〃You got shot？〃 he said to Skink。 〃So did me and Bud！〃
Sharply； Molly cut in： 〃It wasn't the same。〃
〃Like hell；〃 mumbled Bud Schwartz miserably。 The humidity made him dizzy； and his arms bled from scratching the bugs。 In addition； he wasn't thrilled about the lunch menu； which included fox； opossum and rabbit…Skink's road…kill bounty from the night before。
Joe Winde
