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t was there。〃
Fidel Castro waved his hand。 〃But the most important thing is； what shall I tell El Maniz about the missing cargo？ Save me from these gringos with their missions。 If Senor Peanut wants to get away from his wife； tell him to get a divorce。 Involving himself in plicated matters of state 。。。 〃 He reached for a cigar。 〃If we could somehow put him together with the one who won't leave me in peace； what a pair； no？〃
Jake Lassiter entered the windowless； brightly lit morgue。 His swollen knee hurt。 He tried not to limp。 Overhead； a buzzing fluorescent was starting to go。 Jake didn't know how Britt did it。 He could never get used to the smell of formaldehyde or the partially masked odor of rotting flesh。
In the center of the room； Britt and Fay stood beside a metal table where a waxen cadaver lay over a trough。 The women were talking to a medical examiner wearing steel mesh gloves； who was weighing a liver on a scale。
Jake brightened； the pain in his knee subsided。 Attractive women and the pursuit of truth were not mutually exclusive and it was good to hone one's skills。
Fay heard him first。 〃Jake is ing；〃 she said。 〃He's like the crocodile in Peter Pan。 〃
〃I never saw the movie；〃 said Britt。 〃I was too busy hating my mother。〃
Jake strode toward the women； then stopped abruptly； legs spread apart like the Colossus of Rhodes。 He averted his eyes from the fluids running down the trough of the metal table； looked up instead at the buzzing neon light。 〃That's the second time you stood me up； Britt。〃 Getting no response； he dropped his voice。 It was low and husky。 Women liked its sound。 〃You here to find a match for the head？〃
Fay turned away from the medical examiner； spoke into her chest。 〃Heads；〃 she mumbled。 〃At least there appear to be two。〃
Jake turned on his high…voltage Jake Lassiter laser beam stare。 〃No kidding？〃
〃But that's not why we're here。 There's more。〃
〃More heads？〃
Fay's eyes glistened。 〃This is no time to kid around。 Phil is missing。〃
〃I hope you'd worry about me if I was missing。〃
〃It's a human rights thing； Jake。 It isn't a contest。 As far as I'm concerned； you and Phil are both ancient history； so don't ask me the question you always ask； the one…to…ten scale。 The answer is； as I've told you before； even when it's bad it's good。〃
They left the morgue after they had been assured by the medical examiner that although there were hip joints and quarter rounds washing up daily on the shores of Baker Haulover； so far there were no bodies without heads。
Jake decided on a positive approach。 〃We don't need the bodies。 Let's work with what we have。 And what we have is a couple of heads that look like Castro。 Are they really Castro？ Who knows？ We need an ID on at least one of the heads。 You can do it with photographs or dental records if you can get them； but a positive nail takes DNA。〃
Fay nodded her head。 〃We need to get an expert。 Does anyone know Barry Scheck？〃
〃I met him once；〃 said Jake。 〃At a Bar convention。 It was at a plenary session on prokaryotes and nucleopeptides。 But I doubt he'd remember me。〃
Britt fished something out of her memory。 〃You know Pupi Alvarez； the TV anchor？ Pupi has a cousin by marriage； her name is Lilia something。 According to Pupi； Lilia had a thing with Castro when she was young。 She was a singer； played the Nacional Hotel before the Revolution。 She met up with some of Castro's people； they took her into the mountains。 Lilia didn't e down for two years。 And get this； they said she kept a lock of Castro's hair。〃
Fay wrinkled her nose。 〃I thought only santeros did that。 Why would she keep his hair？〃
〃It's a trophy thing。〃
Jake hooked his thumb into his belt。 〃You think she still has it？〃
〃Only way to find out；〃 said Britt。 〃I'll put in a call to Pupi。 Find out where she lives。〃
Surrounded by sea cucumber and spider crabs； Booger fed among the swaying； strap…bladed turtle grass。 Earlier； a marine biologist had tried to entice the manatee with lettuce in order to attach a radio transmitter and a yellow float to the creature's tail。 Weary of impediments； and translating the event as danger； Booger rolled out of her grasp。 Now； having forgone the lettuce； he was hungry。
Booger ate his fill； including the narrow…bladed shoal grass； then swam toward shore to wait for the one in the diving mask to swim beside him and stroke his neck。 He lay in the mud flats listening for outboard motors。 A human with a familiar scent drifted toward him。 Booger raised his snout； then wallowed toward the floating figure； discovering with a few playful taps that it was all wrong。 The scent he'd known had turned； been tainted with death。
After a while； he began to toy idly with the floating thing； a bloating body whose blood had settled in the extremities and whose limbs flopped lifelessly。 Weary of having to push the corpse into the currents； Booger nudged it away and continued his vigil。
The crumbling neighborhood； long since severed from its purpose by a cloverleaf expressway； lay baking in the sun。 A gray mockingbird darted after a spill of corn flakes from a thicket of hubcaps and vines。 Even in the late afternoon； heat shimmered from the asphalt like a mirage； while an empty Metrorail car glided silently above。 Over the boarded…up storefronts and empty lots strewn with torn mattresses and rusted； red…tagged chassis； hung the smell of car fumes and jasmine。
They pulled up in Fay's pickup truck in front of a sun…silvered frame bungalow。 A boy in a Marlins baseball cap and high…top Air Jordans stood on a cinder block spray…painting a wall with a 2。99 can of orange Krylon。
Watching the tagger were a knot of children of varying sizes。 All movement ceased as Britt； Fay； and Jake stepped down from the cab of the truck。
〃Something must be gonna happen；〃 said one child。
〃Jump…outs！〃 yelled another。
The boy in the Marlins cap looked down in disdain from his surreal abstraction of hypodermics and coffins。 〃They look like undercover to you？ Since when do undercover swivel they heads？ More like they came to get a bump to keep them awake。〃
〃Watch the truck；〃 said Jake； pitching a five…dollar bill。
〃Five is for the cab；〃 said the boy in the baseball cap。 〃The flatbed and the aerial is gonna cost you ten。〃
Lilia Sands's skin was the color of vanilla。 Tight black； gray…streaked ringlets molded the curve of her well…shaped skull。 Wrapped in a flowered silk kimono； she had clearly once been beautiful。 Now she was ely； or handsome； or whatever euphemism people assign to women who are over the hill。
Lilia Sands regarded Jake in frank assessment。 〃Didn't you used to play ball？〃
〃Linebacker。〃
〃You look more like a tight end to me；〃 she said。
Britt smiled； glad that Jake was getting his euppance； then decided to cut to the chase。 〃Pupi Alvarez told us that you once knew Castro。〃
〃Yes； I knew him。 It was a long time ago。 I was with him in the Sierra Maestra Mountains。 Hiding out from Batista's planes in ferns higher than your head； with the smell of coffee blossom ing from somewhere below。〃
Fay jumped in the way she dove。 〃Forgive the question； but we heard 。。。 someone said that you and Castro were intima