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And so the Wet Willy was erected。 Instantly it had bee a sensation among tourists at the park； a fact that edified Kingsbury's belief that the illusion of quality is more valuable than quality itself。
Lately； though； ridership figures for the Wet Willy had shown a slight but troubling decline。 Francis X。 Kingsbury decided to investigate personally； without notifying the engineers； the ticket takers； the Security Department or anyone else at the park。 He wanted to test his theory that the ride had bee less popular because it had gotten slower。 The stopwatch would tell the story。
The way the Wet Willy was designed； a 110…pound teenager would be able to slide headlong from the ramp to the gelatin…filled landing sac in exactly 22。7 seconds。 Marketing specialists had calibrated the time down to the decimal point…the ride needed to be long enough to make customers think they were getting their money's worth； yet fast enough to seem dangerous and exciting。
Francis X。 Kingsbury weighed considerably more than 110 pounds as he crawled into the slippery chute。 Ahead of him； he saw the wrinkled bare soles of a child disappear swiftly into the tube； as if flushed down a rubber mode。 Kingsbury pressed the button on the stop…watch； eased to his belly and pushed off。 He held his arms at his sides； like an otter going down a river…bank。 In this case； an overweight otter in a ridiculous Jack Kemp hairpiece。
Kingsbury grimaced as he swooshed downward； skimming on a thin plane of clammy water。 He thought： This is supposed to be fun？ The stopwatch felt cold and hard against his breastbone。 The bright colors on the walls of the tube did little to lift his spirits； he noticed that some of the reds had faded to pink； and the blues were runny。 Not only that； sections of the chute seemed irregular and saggy； as if the latex were giving way。
He took his eyes off the fabric long enough to notice； with alarm； that he was gaining on the youngster who had entered the Wet Willy ahead of him。 Being so much heavier； Francis X。 Kingsbury was plummeting earth…bound at a much faster speed。 Suddenly he was close enough to hear the child laughing； oblivious to the danger…no！ Close enough to make out the grinning； bewhiskered visage of Petey Possum waving from the rump of the youngster's swimming trunks。
〃Shit；〃 said Kingsbury。 Feverishly he tried to brake； digging into the rubber with his toes and fingernails。 It was no use： gravity ruled the Wet Willy。
Kingsbury overtook the surprised child and they became one； hurtling down the slick pipe in a clumsy union of tangled torsos。
〃Hey！〃 the kid cried。 〃You're smushing me！〃 It was a boy； maybe nine or ten； with bright red hair and freckles all over his neck。 Francis X。 Kingsbury now steered the kid as if he were a toboggan。
They hit the gelatin sac at full speed and disengaged。 The boy came out of the goo bawling； followed by Kingsbury； who was studying the dial of the stopwatch and frowning。 He seemed not to notice the solemn group waiting outside the exit： the earnest young ticket taker； plus three uniformed security men。 All were breathing heavily； as if they had run the whole way。
The ticket taker pointed at Kingsbury and said； 〃That's him。 Except he wasn't bald before。〃
The security men； all former crooked cops recruited by Pedro Luz； didn't move。 They recognized Mr。 X right away。
The ticket taker said； 〃Get him； why don't you！〃
〃Yeah；〃 said the red…haired tourist kid。 〃He hurt me。〃
〃Mildew；〃 said Francis X。 Kingsbury； still preoccupied。 〃Fucking mildew under my fingernails。〃 He looked up and； to no one in particular； said： 〃Call Maintenance and have them Lysol the Willy； A…S…A…P。〃
The tourist kid raised the pitch of his whining so that it was impossible to ignore。 〃That's the man who tried to smush me。 On my bottom！〃
〃Give the little turd a free pass to the Will Bill Hiccup；〃 said Francis X。 Kingsbury。 〃And him；〃 pointing at the ticket taker； 〃throw his ass； I mean it； off the property。〃
The boy with the Petey Possum swimsuit ran off； sniffling melodramatically。 As the security men surrounded the ticket taker； Kingsbury said； 〃What； like it takes three of you monkeys？〃
The men hesitated。 All were reluctant to speak。
〃You；〃 Kingsbury said； nodding at the smallest of the guards。 〃Go back up and slide this goddamn tube。 Yeah； you heard me。 See if you can beat twenty…seven…point…two。〃
The security man nodded doubtfully。 〃All right； sir。〃
〃Yeah； and my hair；〃 said Kingsbury； 〃it's up there somewhere。 Grab it on the way down。〃
Bud Schwartz paused at the door and looked back。 〃It don't seem right；〃 he said。 〃Maybe just the VCR。〃
〃Forget it。〃 Danny Pogue was rocking on his crutches down by the elevator。 〃Where we gonna hide anything？ e on； Bud； let's just go。〃
The elevator came and Danny Pogue clumped in。
With one crutch he held the elevator door and waited for his partner。 Bud Schwartz was trying to tear himself away from Molly McNamara's fancy condo。 〃Look at all this shit we're leaving behind；〃 he said longingly。 〃We could probably get five hundred easy for the Dolbys。〃
Danny Pogue leaned out of the elevator。 〃And how the fuck we supposed to carry 'em？ Me with these toothpicks and you with one good arm。 Would you get your ass moving； please； before the bitch es back？〃
As they rode to the first floor； Danny Pogue said； 〃Besides； we got no car。〃
Bud Schwartz grunted sourly； wondering what became of the blue pickup。 〃I feel like she owes us。〃
〃She does owe us。 She owes us nine grand； to be exact。 But we agreed it wasn't worth waiting； right？〃
〃I mean； owes us for this。〃 Bud Schwartz brandished a gauze…wrapped hand。 〃Shooting us； for no good reason。〃
〃She's a nut case。 She don't need a reason。〃 They got off the elevator and for once Danny Pogue led the way； swinging on his crutches。
They could see the gatehouse at the main entrance； on the other side of the condominium plex。 Rather than follow the sidewalks； they decided to shorten the trip by cutting across the grounds； which were sparsely landscaped and dimly lit。 In the still of the evening； the high…rise munity of Eagle Ridge was at rest； except for a noisy bridge tournament being held in the rec room。 On the screened porches of ground…floor apartments； couples could be seen watering their plants or feeding their cats。
As the two outsiders made their way across the darkened； shuffle…board courts； Danny Pogue's left crutch gave out and he went down with a cry。
〃Goddamn；〃 he said； splayed on the concrete。 〃Look here； somebody left a puck on the court。〃
Bud Schwartz said； 〃It's not a puck。 Pucks are for hockey。〃
Danny Pogue held the plastic disk like a Danish。 〃Then what do you call it？〃
〃I don't know what you call it；〃 said Bud Schwartz； 〃but people are staring； so why don't you get up before some fucking Good Samaritan calls 911。〃
〃I ought to sue the assholes for leaving this damn thing lying around。〃
〃Good idea； Danny。 We'll go see a lawyer first thing in the morning。 We'll sue the bastards for a jillion trillion dollars。 Then we'll retire down to Club Med。〃 With great effort； Bud Schwartz helped Danny Pogue off the cement and steadied him on the crut