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〃Where？〃 asked Edie。
〃Far away；〃 Snapper said。 〃Fucker meant to kill me。〃
〃It was a pitiful try； you've got to admit。〃
〃So？ It's the thought that counts。〃
Edie said； 〃Look at him； Snapper。 He's not worth the bullet。〃
Levon Stichler wasn't the slightest bit insulted。 Edie pulled the gag from his mouth； prompting the old man to spit repeatedly on the floor。 The gag was a dust cloth that tasted pungently of furniture wax。
〃Thank you；〃 he panted。
〃Shut up； asshole；〃 said Snapper。
Edie Marsh said： 〃What's your name； Grampy？〃
Levon Stichler told her。 He explained why he'd e to assassinate the mobile…home salesman。
〃Well； somebody beat you to it。〃 Edie described the visit by the burly fellow with the two dachshunds。 〃He took your scumbag Tony away。 I'm certain he won't be back。〃
〃Oh；〃 said Levon Stichler。 〃Who are you？〃
Snapper gave Edie a cranky look。 〃See？ I told you we gotta kill the fucker。〃
The old man immediately apologized for being so nosy。 Snapper said it didn't matter； they were going to dump him anyway。
Levon said； 〃That's really not necessary。〃 When he began to plead his case； Snapper decided to gag him again。 The old man coughed out the dust rag； crying； 〃Please…I've got a heart condition！〃
〃Good。〃 Snapper ordered Edie Marsh to go fetch the auger spike。 Levon Stichler got the message。 He stopped talking and allowed his mouth to be muffled。
〃Cover his eyes； too；〃 said Snapper。
Edie used a black chiffon scarf that she'd found in Neria Torres's underwear drawer。 It made for quite a classy blindfold。
〃That too tight？〃 she asked。
Levon Stichler grunted meekly in the negative。
〃Now what？〃 she said to Snapper。
He shrugged unhappily。 〃You got any more them Darvons？ My fucking leg's on fire。〃
〃Honey； I sure don't…〃
〃Shit！〃 With his good leg he kicked Levon Stichler in the ribs； for no reason except that the old man was a convenient target。 Edie pulled Snapper aside and told him to get a grip； for Christ's sake。
Under her breath： 〃It's all working out； OK？ Reedy signed off on the settlement。 All that's left is to wait for the money。 Kill this geezer； you'll screw up everything。〃
Snapper worked his jaw like a steam shovel。 His eyes were shot with pain and hangover。 〃Well； I can't think of nothin' else to do。〃
Edie said： 〃Listen。 We put old Levon in the car and haul him out to the boonies。 We tell him to take his sweet time walking back； otherwise we'll track down each of his grandchildren and 。。。 oh； I don't know…〃
〃Skin 'em like pigs？〃
〃Fine。 Whatever。 The point is to scare the hell out of him； and he'll forget about everything。 All he wants to do is live。〃
Snapper said； 〃My goddamn leg's near to bust open。〃
〃Go watch TV。 I'll look for some pills。〃
Edie searched the medicine cabinets to see if any useful pharmaceuticals had survived the hurricane。 The best she could do was an unopened bottle of Midols。 She told Snapper it was generic codeine； and pressed five tablets into his hand。 He washed them down with a slug of warm Budweiser。
Edie said； 〃Is there gas in the Jeep？〃
〃Yeah。 After Sally Jessy we'll go。〃
〃And what is today's topic？〃
〃Boob jobs gone bad。〃
〃How cheery；〃 said Edie。 She went outside to walk Donald and Maria。
After days in a morphine fog； Trooper Brenda Rourke finally felt better。 The plastic surgeon promised to get her on the operating…room schedule by the end of the week。
Through the bandages she told Jim Tile： 〃You look whipped； big guy。〃
〃We're still on double shifts。 It's like Daytona out there。〃
Brenda asked if he'd heard what happened。 〃Some pawnshop off Kendall…the creep tried to hock my mom's ring。〃
〃Same guy？〃
〃Sounds like it。 The clerk was impressed by the face。〃
Jim Tile said； 〃Well； it's a start。〃
But the news worried him。 He had unleashed the governor to deal with Brenda's attacker on the assumption that the governor would move faster than police。 However； the pawnshop incident freshened the trail。 Now it was possible that Skink's pursuit of the man in the black Cherokee would put him on a collision course with detectives。 It was not a happy scenario to contemplate。
〃I must look like hell；〃 Brenda said； 〃because I've never seen you so gloomy。〃
Of course he'd let it get to him…Brenda lying pale and shattered in the hospital。 In his work Jim Tile had seen plenty of blood； pain and heartache； yet he'd never felt such blinding anger as he had that first day at Brenda's bedside。 Trusting the justice system to deal with her attacker had struck the trooper as laughably naive； certainly futile。 This was a special monster。 It was evident by what he'd done to her。 The guy hated either women； cops or both。 In any case； he was a menace。 He needed to be cut from the herd。
Now； upon reflection； Jim Tile wished he'd let his inner rage subside before he'd made the move。 When Brenda remembered the tag number off the Cherokee； he should've sent it up the chain of mand； played it by the book。 Turning the governor loose was a rash； foolhardy impulse； vigilante madness。 Brenda would recover from the beating； but now Jim Tile had put his dear old friend at dire risk。 It would be damn near impossible to call him off。
〃I need to ask you something；〃 Brenda said。
〃Sure。〃
〃A detective from Metro Robbery came by today。 Also a woman from the State Attorney。 They didn't know about the black Jeep。〃
〃Hmmm。〃
〃About the license plate…I figured you'd given them the numbers。〃
〃I made a mistake； Bren。〃
〃You forgot？〃
〃No； I didn't forget。 I made a mistake。〃
Jim Tile sat on the edge of the bed and told her what he'd done。 Afterwards she remained quiet； except to make small talk when a nurse came to dress her wounds。
Later； when she and Jim Tile were alone again； Brenda said； 〃So you found your crazy friend。 How？〃
〃Doesn't matter。〃
〃And he was right here； in this room； and you didn't introduce me？〃
Jim Tile chuckled。 〃You were zonked； darling。〃
Brenda stroked his hand。 He could tell she was still thinking about it。 Finally she said； 〃Boy； you must really love Jne； to do something like this。〃
〃I screwed up bad。 I'm sorry。〃
〃Enough already。 I've got one question。〃
〃OK。〃
〃What are the odds；〃 Brenda said； 〃that your friend will catch up with the asshole who got my mother's ring？〃
〃The odds are pretty good。〃
Brenda Rourke nodded and closed her eyes。 Jim Tile waited until her breathing was strong and regular； waited until he was certain it was a deep healthy sleep； and not something else。 Before leaving； he kissed her cheek； in a gap between bandages； and was forted by the warmth of her skin。 He felt pretty sure he saw the trace of a smile on her lips。
Skink's forehead was propped on the windowsill。 He hadn't made a sound in an hour； hadn't stirred when Augustine left to get the guns。 Bonnie Lamb didn't know if he was dozing or ignoring her。
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