lack Ferrari。 Or maybe you figure I'm too old for a coke whore。 Maybe you see me on the arm of some silver…haired geezer playing the ponies out at Hialeah。〃
〃Anybody but Bobby Clinch；〃 Decker said。 〃Steve and Eydie you weren't。〃
Of course then the tears came； and the next thing Decker knew he had moved to the bed and put his arms around Lanie and told her to knock off the crying。 Please。 In his mind's eye he could see himself in this cheesy scene out of a cheap detective movie； acting like the gruff cad； awkwardly consoling the weepy long…legged knockout； knowing deep down he ought to play it as the tough guy but feeling pelled to show this warm sensitive side。 Decker knew he was a fool but he certainly didn't feel like letting go of Lanie Gault。 There was something magnetic and forting and entirely natural about holding a sweet…smelling woman in a silken nightie on a strange bed in a strange motel room in a strange town where neither one of you belonged。
A Bell Jet…Ranger helicopter awaited the Reverend Charles Weeb at the Fort Lauderdale Executive Airport。 Weeb wore a navy pinstriped suit； designer sunglasses； and lizard boots。 He was traveling with a vice…president of the Outdoor Christian Network and a young brunette woman who claimed to be a secretary； and who managed to slip her phone number to the chopper pilot during the brief flight。
The helicopter carried the Reverend Charles Weeb to a narrow dike on the edge of the Florida Everglades。 Looking east from the levee； Weeb and his associates had a clear view of a massive highway construction site。 The land had been bulldozed； the roadbed had been poured； the pilings had been driven for the overpasses。 Dump trucks hauled loose fill back and forth； while graders crawled in dusty clouds along the medians。
〃Show me again；〃 Weeb said to the vice…president。
〃Our property starts right about there；〃 the vice…president said； pointing； 〃and abuts the expressway for five miles to the south。 The state highway board has generously given us three interchanges。〃
Generously my ass； thought Weeb。 Twenty thousand in bonds to each of the greedy fuckers。
〃Give me the binoculars；〃 Weeb said。
〃I'm sorry； sir； but I left them at the airport。〃
〃I'm going to go sit in the helicopter；〃 the brunette woman whined。
〃Stay right here；〃 Weeb growled。 〃How'm I supposed to see the lake system without the binoculars？〃
〃We can fly over it on the way back；〃 the vice…president said。 〃The canals are almost done。〃
Vigorously Weeb shook his head。 〃Dammit； Billy； you did it again。 People don't buy townhouses on canals。 'Canal' is a dirty word。 A canal is where raw sewage goes。 A canal is where ducks fuck and cattle piss。 Who wants to live on a damn canal！ Would you pay a hundred…fifty grand to do that？ No； you'd want to live on a lake； a cool scenic lake； and lakes is what we're selling here。〃
〃I understand；〃 said the vice…president。 Lakes it is。 Straight； narrow lakes。 Lakes you could toss a stone across。 Lakes of identical fingerlike dimensions。
The pany that OCN had hired was a marine dredging firm whose foremen were； basically； linear…minded。 They had once dredged the mouths of Port Everglades and Government Cut； and a long stretch of the freighter route in Tampa Bay。 They had worked with impressive speed and efficiency； and they had worked in a perfectly straight line…which is desirable if you're digging a ship channel but rather a handicap when you're digging a lake。 This problem had been mentioned several times to Reverend Charles Weeb； who had merely pointed out the fiscal foolishness of having big round lakes。 The bigger the lake； the more water。 The more water； the less land to sell。 The less land to sell； the fewer townhouses to build。
〃Lakes don't have to be round；〃 the Reverend Weeb said。 〃I'm not going to tell you again。〃
〃Yes； sir。〃
Weeb turned to the west and stared out at the Glades。 〃Reminds me of the fucking Sahara；〃 he said； 〃except with muck。〃
〃The water rises in late spring and early summer；〃 the vice…president reported。
〃Dickie promises bass。〃
〃Yes； sir； some of the best fishing in the South。〃
〃He'd better be right。〃 Weeb walked along the dike； admiring the spine of the new highway。 The vice…president walked a few steps behind him while the secretary stayed where she was； casting glances toward the blue…tinted cockpit of the Jet…Ranger。
〃Twenty…nine thousand units；〃 Weeb was saying； 〃twenty…nine thousand families。 Our very own Christian city！〃
〃Yes；〃 the vice…president said。 It was the name of the development that gnawed at him。 Lunker Lakes。 The vice…president felt that the name Lunker Lakes presented a substantial marketing problem； too colloquial； too red behind the neck。 The Reverend Charles Weeb disagreed。 It was his audience； he said； and he damn well knew what they would and would not buy。 Lunker Lakes was perfect； he insisted。 It couldn't miss。
Charlie Weeb was heading back to the chopper。 〃Billy； we ought to start thinking about shooting some mercials；〃 he said。 〃Future Bass Capital of America； something like that。 Fly Dickie down and get some tape in the can。 He can use his own crew； but I'd like you or Deacon Johnson to supervise。〃
The vice…president said； 〃There's no fish in the lakes yet。〃
Weeb climbed into the chopper and the vice…president squeezed in beside him。 The secretary was up front next to the pilot。 Weeb didn't seem to care。
〃I know there's no fucking fish in the lakes。 Tell Dickie to go across the dike and shoot some tape on the other side。 He'll know what to do。〃
The Jet…Ranger lifted off and swung low to the east。
〃Head over that way；〃 the vice…president told the pilot； 〃where they're digging those lakes。〃
〃What lakes？〃 the pilot asked。
Skink was late to the airport。 R。 J。 Decker was not the least bit surprised。 He slipped into a phone booth and called the Harney Sentinel to see if anything had broken loose about the shootings。 He had a story all made up about going to meet Ott at the pancake house but Ott never showing up。
Sandy Kilpatrick got on the phone。 He said； 〃I've got some very bad news； Mr。 Decker。〃
Decker took a breath。
〃It's about Ott；〃 Kilpatrick said。 His voice was a forced whisper； like a priest in the confessional。
〃What happened？〃 Decker said。
〃A terrible car accident early this morning；〃 Kilpatrick said。 〃Out on the Gilchrist Highway。 Ott must have gone to sleep at the wheel。 His truck ran off the road and hit a big cypress。〃
〃Oh Jesus；〃 Decker said。 They'd set up the wreck to cover the murder。
〃It burned for two hours； started a mean brushfire；〃 Kilpatrick said。 〃By the time it was over there wasn't much left。 The remains are over at the morgue now； but 。。。 well； they're hoping to get enough blood to find out if he'd been drinking。 They're big on DUI stats around here。〃
Ott's body would be scorched to a cinder。 No one would ever suspect it had been in the water； just as no one would guess what had really killed him。 The cheapest trick in the book； but it would work in Harney。 Decker could imagine them already repainting the death's…head billboard on Route 222： 〃DRIVE SAFELY。 DON'T BE FATALITY NO。 5。〃
He didn't know what to say now。 Conversations about the newly dead made him unfortable； but he didn't want to seem uncaring。 〃I didn't think Ott was a big drinker；〃 he said lamely。
〃Me neither；〃 Kilpatrick said； 〃but I figured something was wrong when he didn't show up for the basketball game night before last。 He was the team mascot； you know。〃
〃Davey Dillo。〃
〃Right。〃 There was a pause on the end of the line； Kilpatrick pondering how to explain Ott's armadillo suit。 〃It's sort of an unwritten rule here at the newspaper；〃 the editor said； 〃that everybody gives to the United Way。 Just a few bucks out of each paycheck…you know； the pany's big in civic charity。〃
〃I understand；〃 Decker said。
〃Well； Ott refused to donate anything； said he didn't trust 'em。 I'd never seen him so adamant。〃
〃He always watched his pennies；〃 Decker said。 Ott Pickney was one of the cheapest men he'd ever met。 While covering the Dade County courthouse he'd once missed the verdict in a sensational murder trial because he couldn't find a parking spot with a broken meter。
Sandy Kilpatrick went on： 〃Our publisher has a rigid policy about the United Way。 When he heard Ott was holding back； he ordered me to fire him。 To save Ott's job I came up with this promise。〃
〃Davey Dillo？〃
〃The school team needed a mascot。〃
〃It sure doesn't sound like Ott；〃 Decker said。
〃He resisted at first； but he got to where he really enjoyed it。 I heard him say so。 He was dynamite on that skateboard； too； even in that bulky costume。 Someone his age…the kids said he should have been a surfer。〃
〃Sounds like quite a show；〃 Decker said； trying to imagine it。
〃He never missed a game； that's why I was worried the other night when he didn't show。 Only thing I could figure is that he'd gone out Saturday night and tied one on。 Maybe went up to Cocoa Beach； met a girl； and just decided to stay the weekend。〃
Ott sacked out with a beach bunny…the story probably was all over Harney by now。 〃Maybe that's it；〃 Decker said。 〃He was probably on his way home when t