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chiaasen.stormyweather-第36部分
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Jim Tile held both of Brenda's hands in one of his own。 Her eyes were open but unfocused； she had no sense of anyone besides Jim at her bedside。 She was trying to talk through the drugs and the pain； he leaned closer to listen。
After a while he straightened； announcing in a low； angry voice； 〃The bastard stole her ring。 Her mother's wedding ring。〃
Skink slipped from the room so quietly that Bonnie and Augustine didn't notice immediately。 There was no trace of him outside the door； but a rush of blue and white uniforms attracted them to the end of the hall。 The governor was in the nursery； strolling among the newborns。 He carried an infant in the crook of each arm。 The babies slept soundly； and he studied them with profound sadness。 To Bonnie Lamb he appeared harmless； despite the rebellious beard and the grubby bat pants and the army boots。 A trio of husky orderlies conferred at a water fountain； apparently a negotiation had already been attempted； with poor results。 Calmly Jim Tile entered the nursery and returned the infants to their glass cribs。
Nobody intervened when the trooper led Skink out of the hospital； because it looked like a routine arrest； another loony street case hauled to the stockade： Jim Tile； his arm around the madman； walking him briskly down the maze of pale…green corridors； the two of them talking intently； Bonnie and Augustine dodging wheel…chairs and gurneys and trying to keep up。
When they reached the parking lot； Jim Tile said he had to go to work。 〃The President's ing； and guess who gets to clear traffic。〃
He folded a piece of paper into Skink's hand and got into the patrol car。 Wordlessly Skink settled in the bed of Augustine's pickup and lay down。 His good eye was fixed on the clouds； and his arms were folded across his chest。 。
Augustine asked Jim Tile： 〃What do we do with him？〃
〃That's entirely up to you。〃 The trooper sounded exhausted。
Bonnie Lamb asked about Brenda Rourke。 Jim Tile said the doctors expected her to pull through。
〃What about the guy who did it？〃
〃They haven't caught him；〃 the trooper replied； 〃and they won't。〃 He strapped on the seat belt； locked the door； adjusted his sunglasses。 〃Place used to be something special；〃 he said absently。 〃Long； long time ago。〃
A feral cry rose from the bed of the pickup truck。 Jim Tile blinked over the rims of his shades。 〃It was nice meeting you； Mrs。 Lamb。 You and your husband do what's right。 The captain； he'll understand。〃
Then the trooper drove off。
On the way to the airport hotel； where Max Lamb had reserved a day room for her； Bonnie slid across the front seat and rested her cheek on Augustine's shoulder。 He was dreading this part； saying good…bye。 It was always easier as a bitter cleaving； when suitcases snapped shut； doors slammed； taxis screeched out of the driveway。 He checked the dashboard clock…less than three hours until her flight。
Through the back window of the truck； Bonnie saw that Skink had pulled the flowered cap over his face and drawn himself into a loose…jointed variation of a fetal curl。
She said； 〃I wonder what's on that piece of paper。〃
〃My guess；〃 said Augustine； 〃it's either a name or an address。〃
〃Of what？〃
〃It's just a guess；〃 he said； but he told her anyway。
That night he didn't have to say good…bye； because Bonnie Lamb didn't go home to New York。 She canceled her flight and returned to Augustine's house。 Her phone messages for Max were not returned until after midnight； when she was already asleep in the skull room。
Shortly after noon on August 28； the telephone in Tony Torres's kitchen started ringing。
Snapper told Edie Marsh to get it。
〃You get it；〃 she said。
〃Real funny。〃
Snapper couldn't walk； the blow from the crowbar had messed up his right leg。 He was laid out in the BarcaLounger with his knee packed in three bags of ice； which Edie had purchased for fifty dollars on Quail Roost Drive from some traveling bandit in a fish truck。 The fifty bucks came out of Snapper's big score against the Whitmarks。 He didn't tell Edie Marsh how much money remained in his pocket。 He also didn't mention the trooper's gun in the Cherokee； in the event she blew her top again。
The phone continued ringing。 〃Answer it；〃 Snapper said。 〃Maybe it's your Santy Claus boyfriend。〃
Edie picked up the phone。 On the other end； a woman's voice said： 〃Hullo？〃
Edie hung up。 〃It wasn't Fred；〃 she said。
〃The fuck was it？〃
〃I didn't ask； Snapper。 We're not supposed to be here； remember？〃 She said it sounded like' long distance。
〃What if it's the insurance pany？ Maybe the check's ready。〃
Edie said； 〃No。 Fred would tell me。〃
Snapper hacked out a laugh。 〃Fred's gone； you dumb twat。 You scared him off！〃
〃How much you wanna bet。〃
〃Right； he can't stay away； you're such a fantastic piece a ass。〃
〃You can't even imagine；〃 Edie said； showing some tongue。 Maybe she wasn't hot enough for a young Kennedy； but she was the best thing young Mr。 Dove had ever seen。 Besides； he couldn't back out of the deal now。 He'd already put in for the phony claim。
Again the phone rang。 Edie Marsh said； 〃Shit。〃
〃For Christ's sake； gimme a hand。〃 Snapper writhed irritably on the BarcaLounger。 〃e on！〃
Bracing a forearm on Edie's shoulder； he hobbled to the kitchen。 She plucked the receiver off the hook and handed it to him。
〃Yo；〃 Snapper said。
〃Hullo？〃 A woman。 〃Tony； is that you？〃
〃Hmmphrr；〃 answered Snapper； cautiously。
〃It's me。 Neria。〃
Who？ Frigid drops from the ice pack dripped down Snapper's injured leg。 The purple kneecap felt as if it were about to burst； like a rotten mango。 Edie pressed close； trying to hear what the caller was saying。
〃Tony； I been tryin' to get through for days。 What's with the house？〃
Then Snapper remembered： The wife！ Tony Torres had said her name was Miriam or Neria； some Cuban thing。 He'd also said she'd be ing back for her cut of the insurance。
〃Bad connection；〃 Snapper mumbled into the receiver。
〃What's going on？ I call next door and Mister Varga； he said the hurricane totaled our house and now there's strangers living there。 Some woman； Tony。 You hear me？ And Mister Varga said you shot a hole in the garage。 What the hell's going on down there？〃
Snapper held the receiver at arm's length； like it was a stick of dynamite。 His bottom jaw shoveled in and out； the joints of his face made a popping sound that gave Edie the creeps。
〃Tony？〃 squeaked the voice on the telephone。
Edie took it from Snapper's hand and said； 〃I'm very sorry。 You've got the wrong number。〃 Then she hung up。
At first all Snapper could say was； 〃Goddamn。〃
〃The wife？〃
〃Yeah。 Goddamn。〃
Edie Marsh helped him pogo to the chair。 The ice crunched as he sat down。 〃Where's your Santy Claus boyfriend live？〃
〃SomeRamada。〃
〃Goddamn。 We don't got much time。〃
Edie said； 〃Where's Mrs。 Torres？ Is she here in Miami？〃
〃Hell if I know。 Get me to the car。〃
〃I've got some more bad news。 The dogs came back this morning。〃
〃The wiener dogs？〃
〃We can't just leave them here。 They need to be fed。〃
With both hands Snapper choked his throbbing leg and said； 〃Never again。 I swear to Christ。〃
〃Oh yeah；〃 Edie Marsh said； 〃like this is some fun picnic for me。 Here； give me your arm。〃
Avila's new customer took the Turnpike south。 Before long the Cadillac was pinned in traffic…construction trucks； eighteen…wheelers； Army convoys； ambulances； sightseers； National Guardsmen； and hundreds of queasy insurance adjusters； all heading into the hurricane zone。 Ground Zero。
〃Looks like a bombing range；〃 said the man calling himself Rick Reynolds。
〃Sure does。 Where's your house？〃
〃We got a ways yet。〃 As the car inched along； the man turned up the radio： Rush Limbaugh； making wisecracks about the wife of some candidate。 Avila didn't think the jokes were all that funny； but the man chuckled loyally。 After the program ended； a news report announced that the President of the United States was flying to Miami to see the storm damage firsthand。
〃Great；〃 said Avila。 〃You think traffic sucks now； just wait。〃
The man said； 〃Yeah； one time I got stuck behind Reagan's motorcade in the Holland Tunnel。 Talk about a fuck story…two hours we're breathing fumes。〃
Avila inquired how long the man had been in Dade County。 Couple months； he answered。 Moved down from New York。
〃And I never saw nuthin' like this。〃
Avila said； 〃Me； neither。〃
〃I don't get it。 Some houses go down like dominoes； some don't lose a shingle。 How's that happen？〃
Avila checked his wristwatch。 He wondered if the guy had the fifteen grand on him； or maybe in the trunk of the car。 He glanced in the back seat： a crumpled road map and two empty Mister Donut boxes。
The man said； 〃My guess is somebody got paid off。 There's no other way to make sense of it。〃
Avila kept his eyes ahead。 〃This ain't New York；〃 he said。 Finally the traffic started to move。
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