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et facility。 You did not do it out in public。 You especially did not do it off the second…floor balcony of the CocoWalk plex。
〃Sir；〃 Sereno was saying； 〃why don't you…〃
〃I got the right to remain silent！〃 the tourist announced。 He virtually never missed The People's Court。
〃Sir；〃 said Sereno； 〃I'm not arresting you。 I'm just asking you to zip up your…''
〃ANYTHING I SAY CAN AND WILL BE USED AGAINST ME！〃 bellowed the large man。 The fast…growing crowd of onlookers cheered。 Many were aiming video cameras。 This was excellent entertainment； even better than the Hare Krishnas。
Joe Sereno sighed。 This was not what he had in mind when he joined the police department。 He wanted to make a difference； to do something useful； to fight crime； for God's sake； not to spend his nights chaperoning the block party from hell； baby…sitting a bunch of morons who…
〃I HAVE THE RIGHT TO AN ATTORNEY！！！〃 the large man screamed。 〃SOMEBODY GET ME 。。。 what's his name。〃
〃Perry Mason？〃 suggested a voice from the crowd。
〃NO； DAMMIT！ THE OTHER ONE！〃
〃Johnnie Cochran？〃
〃YES！ HIM！ SOMEBODY GET ME JOHNNIE COCH 。。。 COCH 。。。 Cocchhuurrrrgggghhh 。。。 〃
Although he was a rookie； Sereno had worked the Grove long enough to see what was ing； and thus stepped back quickly enough to avoid the sudden eruption。 Not everyone on the sidewalk below was so lucky。 Bedlam erupted as the crowd； screaming； surged away from the area directly underneath the puking giant。 A rickshaw； ing around the corner； was knocked over by the fleeing mob； sending an older couple sprawling into the street； directly into the path of a Harley…Davidson； whose driver turned right sharply in an effort to avoid them； hit the curb； and was launched across the sidewalk into the fountain。
Sereno sprinted for the stairs； glancing at his watch。 Nine o'clock； straight up。
The night was young。
Another boring night； Fay Leonard thought； as she locked up her dive shop on South Dixie Highway。 She was beginning to wonder about the shop。 It had seemed like such a good idea…a chance for her to make a living doing the one thing she truly loved。 Problem was； she wasn't doing any diving； she was always running the shop。 It ate up her days； and it was starting to eat up her nights。 Like； tonight； she had to take two full sets of rental scuba gear over to a charter boat at Dinner Key Marina； which meant driving into the Grove； which was of course going to be a zoo on a Saturday night。
Lugging the heavy air tanks out to her pickup truck； she thought； All this work； carrying all this gear around； and I don't even get to use it。
Still sitting on her porch； Marion McAlister Williams sat upright； ing abruptly out of her doze。 She glanced around； nothing amiss。
And yet something was wrong。 She knew it。 Something out in the bay。 She knew that bay； knew it better than anybody else； knew things about it she could never explain。 And right then； right that second； she knew something was going wrong。 Bad wrong。
She clutched her chair and listened to the night； listened hard； but all she heard was the Grove din； and frogs。
But there was something。 She knew it。
Just an inch or two below the bay surface； Booger felt the pressure wave of the approaching skiff。 He'd had that feeling before； and he felt vaguely unfortable about it； but even if he'd known enough to get out of the way； there wasn't really any time。
〃Tell you one thing；〃 Phil was saying。 〃If I did steal somebody's underwear； you can bet it would at least be clean underwear。〃
That did it。 Hector； enraged； rose in the front of the skiff； turned toward Phil； pointed； and shouted； 〃YOU KNOW WHAT YOU CAN DO； PHIL？ YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU CAN DO？ YOU CAN…〃
But Hector never did get to tell Phil what he could do； because at precisely that moment the skiff rammed into Booger and came to an extremely sudden stop。 Hector； however； kept right on going； right off the bow； still pointing vaguely in the direction of Phil； who sprawled； face first； to the floor of the skiff。
The force of the collision likewise hurled Phil's and Hector's mystery cargo forward； splintering the flimsy fiberglass where the bungee cords were attached to the seat。 It slammed against the bow with a crunching sound； then launched into the air in an explosion of bilge water and towrope； then the whole mass splashed into the bay about thirty feet in front of the skiff； the seat cushion floating upside down and the crushed crate dangling a few feet below from the bungee cords； trailing yards of towrope。
Into this mess swam a very alarmed Booger； moving away from the skiff as fast as a manatee can move。 His snout passed directly under the floating cushion； so that as he surged forward； the bungee cords secured the flotsam firmly to his massive body。 Booger continued to flipper frantically forward in the gloom； saddled with the awkward weight of trash。
Booger barely noticed it。 His brain…such as it was…was focused entirely on one idea： getting out of there； to someplace safe。 And being a creature of habit； he knew exactly where he was going。
Like so many others on this particular night； Booger was headed for Coconut Grove。
2。 THE BIG WET SLEEP…Les Standiford
Rand Avenue； 10 PM； a Saturday night。 John Deal sat in his car opposite a tiny neighborhood market； a mile or more from his destination on the far side of Coconut Grove。 He was locked in a dead stall； part of an endless line of unmoving traffic； gripping and ungripping the wheel of the vehicle he had e to refer to as the 〃Hog。〃
The Hog had begun its automotive life as a Cadillac Seville…but it had long since been transformed into a kind of gentleman's El Camino； the passenger cabin cut in half； a tiny pickup bed created where the back seat and trunk had been。 Not the sort of thing the folks at Cadillac would approve of； but it wasn't Deal's fault。 He'd had to take it in payment on a construction project gone bad； now he couldn't afford anything else。
The fact that he was stuck in gridlock was his fault； however。 Trying to make his way through the Grove on a Saturday night…what had he been thinking of？ He should have gone farther north on U。S。 1； made his way back down to Janice's apartment through the twisty little streets that the Saturday Night Drive crowd hadn't discovered yet。 But he'd been distracted； rehearsing his speech； reminding himself to stay posed no matter what Janice said or did 。。。 and now look what he'd done to himself。
He glanced in the mirror at a chopped and channeled Accord that had nosed up to within inches of his rear bumper： there seemed little chance of backing up； making a U…ey out of this line。 Worse； a relentless kind of music was blaring from the Accord； its pulsing bass line so powerful that Deal's mirror vibrated； sending the black Accord into a shimmering mirage image； settling back into sharp definition； then blurring again。 Horns ahead and behind joined the chorus。
Deal noticed an old black man sitting on a backless kitchen chair outside the market； a cigarette burning between his fingers。 His doleful gaze locked with Deal's for a moment； then turned away。 Deal felt as if he'd been marked； somehow：
Another Yuppie lemming