most loyal of government servants。 Prominently included in the odd jottings were the telephone numbers of the Soviet Embassy and the Cuban Special Interest Section in Washington； D。C。 For good measure； Molly had included a bank slip showing a suspicious 25；000 deposit to Agent Billy Hawkins's personal savings account…a deposit that Molly herself had made at the South Miami branch of Unity National Savings & Loan。 The purpose of these maneuvers was to create a shady portfolio that； despite its sloppiness； Billy Hawkins would not wish to try to explain to his colleagues at the FBI。
Who would definitely e to the house in search of clues； if Agent Hawkins failed to check in。
Molly McNamara had entrusted the bank receipt； phone numbers and other manufactured evidence to Bud Schwartz and Danny Pogue； whose mission was to conceal the material in a semi…obvious location in Billy Hawkins's bedroom。
Bud Schwartz chose the second drawer of the night…stand。 He placed the envelope under two unopened boxes of condoms。 〃Raspberry…colored；〃 he marveled。 〃FBI man uses raspberry rubbers！〃 Another stereotype shattered。
Danny Pogue was admiring a twelve…inch portable television as if it were a rare artifact。 〃Jesus； Bud； you won't believe this。〃
〃Don't tell me it's a black…and…white。〃
〃Yep。 You know the last time I saw one？〃
〃Little Havana；〃 said Bud Schwartz； 〃that duplex off Twelfth Avenue。 I remember。〃
〃Remember what we got for it。〃
〃Yeah。 Thirteen goddamn dollars。〃 The fence was a man named Fat Jack on Seventy…ninth Street； near the Boulevard。 Bud Schwartz couldn't stand Fat Jack not only because he was cheap but because he smelled like dirty socks。 One day Bud Schwartz had boosted a case of Ban Extra Dry Roll…on Deodorant sticks from the back of a Publix truck； and given it to Fat Jack as a hint。 Fat Jack had handed him eight bucks and said that nobody should ever use roll…ons because they cause cancer of the armpits。
〃I don't get it；〃 said Danny Pogue。 〃I thought the FBI paid big bucks…what's a baby Magnavox go for； two hundred retail？ You'd think he could spring for color。〃
〃Who knows； maybe he spends it all on clothes。 e on； let's take off。〃 Bud Schwartz wanted to be long gone before the mailman arrived and noticed what had happened to the front door。
Danny Pogue turned on the portable TV and said； 〃That's not a bad picture。〃 The noon news was just starting。
〃I said let's go； Danny。〃
〃Wait； look at this！〃
A video clip showed a heavyset man in golf shoes being hoisted on a stretcher。 The man's shirt was drenched in blood； but his eyelids were half open。 A plastic oxygen mask covered the man's face and nose； but the jaw moved as if he were trying to speak。 The newscaster reported that the shooting had taken place at a new resort development called Falcon Trace； near Key Largo。
〃Lou！ He did it！〃 exclaimed Danny Pogue。 〃You were right。〃
〃Only trouble is； that ain't Mr。 Kingsbury。〃
〃You sure？〃
Bud Schwartz sat down in front of the television。 The anchorman had tossed the sniper story to a sportscaster； who was somberly recounting the stellar career of Jake Harp。 The golfer's photograph； taken in happier times； popped up on a wide green mat behind the sports desk。
Danny Pogue said； 〃Who the hell's that？〃
〃Not Kingsbury；〃 grunted Bud Schwartz。 The mishap confirmed his worst doubts about Lou's qualifications as a hit man。 It was unbelievable。 The asshole had managed to shoot the wrong guy。
〃Know what？〃 said Danny Pogue。 〃There's a Jake Harp Cadillac in Boca Raton where I swiped a bunch of tape decks once。 Is that the same guy？ This golfer？〃
Bud Schwartz said； 〃I got no earthly idea。〃 What was all this crap the TV guy was yakking about…career earnings； number of Top Ten finishes； average strokes per round； percentage of greens hit in regulation。 To Bud Schwartz； golf was as foreign as polo。 Except you didn't see so many fat guys playing polo。
〃The main thing is； did they catch the shooter？〃
〃Nuh…huh。〃 Danny Pogue had his nose to the tube。 They said he got away in a boat。 No arrests； no motives is what they said。〃
Bud Schwartz was trying to picture Lou from Queens at the helm of a speedboat； racing for the ocean's horizon。
〃He's gonna be pissed；〃 Danny Pogue said。
〃Yeah； well； I don't guess his boss up North is gonna be too damn thrilled； either。 Whackin〃 the wrong man。〃
〃He ain't dead yet。 Serious but stable is what they said。〃
Bud Schwartz said it didn't really matter。 〃Point is； it's still a fuckup。 A major major fuckup。〃
The Mafia had gunned down a life member of the Professional Golfers Association。
Pedro Luz finally emerged from the storage room； where he had been measuring his penis。 He rolled the wheelchair out to Kingsbury Lane for the morning rehearsal of the Summerfest Jubilee； a greatly embellished version of the nightly musical pageant。 Pedro Luz needed something to lift his spirits。 His leg had begun to throb in an excruciating way； no bination of steroids and analgesics put a dent in the pain。 To add psychic misery to the physical； Pedro Luz had now documented the fact that his sexual wand was indeed shrinking as a result of prolonged steroid abuse。 At first； Pedro Luz had assured himself that it was only an optical illusion； the more swollen his face and limbs became； the smaller everything else appeared to be。 But weeks of meticulous calibrations had produced conclusive evidence： His wee…wee had withered from 10。4 centimeters to 7。9 centimeters in its flaccid state。 Worse； it seemed to Pedro Luz （although there was no painless way to measure） that his testicles had also bee smaller…not yet as tiny as BBs； as Churrito had predicted； but more like gumballs。
These matters weighed heavily on his mind as Pedro Luz sat in the broiling sun and watched the floats rumble by。 He was hoping that the sight of Annette Fury's regal bosom would buoy his mood； and was disappointed to see that she had been replaced as Princess Golden Sun。 The new actress looked familiar； but Pedro Luz couldn't place the face。 She was a very pretty girl； but the black wig needed some work； as did the costume…buckskin culottes and a fringed halter top。 Her singing was quite lovely； much better than Annette〃s； but Pedro Luz would've preferred larger breasts。 The lioness that shared the Seminole float was in no condition to rehearse； panting miserably in the humidity； the animal sprawled half…conscious on one side； thus thwarting the cat…straddling exit that culminated the princess's dramatic performance。
As the parade disbanded； Pedro Luz eased the wheelchair off the curb and approached the Seminole float。 The pretty young singer was not to be seen； there was only the driver of the float and Dr。 Kukor； the park veterinarian； who had climbed aboard to revive the heatstruck lioness。 Dr。 Kukor was plainly flabbergasted by the sight of Pedro Luz。
〃I lost my foot in an accident；〃 the security chief explained。
Dr。 Kukor hadn't noticed the missing foot。 It was the condition of Pedro Luz's face； so grossly inflated； that had generated the horror。 The man looked like a blow…fish： puffed cheeks； bulging lips； teeny eyes wedged deep under a pimpled； protuberant brow。
To Pedro Luz； Dr。 Kukor directed the most inane inquiry of a long and distinguished career： 〃Are you all right？〃
〃Just fine。 Where's the young lady？〃
Dr。 Kukor pointed； and Pedro Luz spun the wheelchair to see： Princess Golden Sun stood behind him。 She was zipping a black Miami Heat warm…up jacket over the halter。
Pedro Luz introduced himself and said； 〃I've seen you before； right？〃
〃It's possible；〃 said Carrie Lanier； who recognized him instantly as the goon who shot up her double…wide； the creep she'd run over with the car。 She noticed the bandaged trunk of his leg； and felt a pang of guilt。 It passed quickly。
〃You sing pretty nice；〃 Pedro Luz said； 〃but you could use a couple three inches up top。 If you get my meaning。〃
〃Thanks for the advice。〃
〃I know a doctor who specializes in that sort of thing。 Maybe I could get you a discount。〃
〃Actually；〃 said Carrie； patting her chest； 〃I kind of like the little fellas just the way they are。〃
〃Suit yourself。〃 Pedro Luz scratched brutally at a raw patch on his scalp。 〃I'm trying to figure where I saw you before。 Take off the wig for a second； okay？〃
Carrie Lanier pressed her hands to her eyes and began to cry…plaintive； racking sobs that attracted the concern of tourists and the other pageant performers。
Pedro Luz said； 〃Hey； what's the matter？〃
〃It's not a wig！〃 Carrie cried。 〃It's my real hair。〃 She turned and scampered down a stairwell into The Catabs。
〃Geez； I'm sorry；〃 said Pedro Luz； to no one。 Flustered； he rolled full tilt toward the security office。 Speeding downhill past the Wet Willy； he chafed his knuckles trying to brake the wheelchair。 When he reached the chilled privacy of the storage room； he slammed the door and drove the bolt。 In the blackness Pedro Luz probed for the string that turned on the ceiling's bare bulb； he found it and jerked hard。
The white light revealed a shocking scene。 Someone had entered Pedro's sanctuary and destroyed the delicate web of sustenance。 Sewing shears had snipped the intravenous tub