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jerked to a halt。 As soon as the truck hopped over the slightly inclined span； airborne for a split second； then slamming back down on the other side with a bump and a shimmy； he threw the drawbridge lift all the way to the right； full speed； hoping it would raise up high enough to allow the disco boat under it。
But that was the least of his problems。 The black Acura； apparently intent on leaping across the opening span； crashed through the blinking gate。 But before it reached the center； the airborne scuba tanks crashed into the windshield at a relative velocity in excess of a hundred miles per hour。
The explosion lit up the sky behind her； but Fay just kept right on driving until she pulled into the Barnett Bank on Alton Road。 She grabbed an empty grocery bag and walked into the bank。 If that fisherman hadn't handed her the key in Peacock Park； she might not have remembered this for weeks； remembered that years before； Granny had given her the duplicate key to her safe deposit box； 〃just in case anything happens to me。〃
〃But Granny；〃 she'd protested。 〃Why should anything happen to you？ You're only ninety…nine。〃
Fay was led into the vault。 She removed the box and carried it into the cubicle and shut the door。 She took a deep breath； took out her key； took out the identical key the fisherman had given her； and opened the box。 She couldn't believe her eyes。 The box was jammed with money； piles and piles of neatly stacked hundred…dollar bills。 Fay had never seen so much money in her life。 Resting on top of it was a sealed envelope with her name printed neatly in her Granny's handwriting。 Fay opened it。
Dearest Fay；
I could not die happily as long as I knew my lover； my friend； my life； my bay was in danger。 When the bay gave me the head； I realized what I had to do。 I knew the head would be worth a lot of money to the right people。 There's dose to a million dollars in this box。 Use it to save Biscayne Bay。 But don't ask any questions about where I got this money。 These are bad people。
I love you with all my heart； my special Angelfish； Granny Marion
10。 DANCE OF THE MANATEE…Vicki Hendricks
Booger heard the crack and rumble above him as he followed the party boat upstream。 He felt chills rush down his hide and each bristle on his back push against the flow。 He felt his nakedness。 His two…thousand…pound bulk was as vulnerable as a bowl of fish aspic。
He craved Marion； the human he called Ma。 He sought the warmth of her frail flesh。 But he sensed that the soft crepey arms would never again rock his fears away； nor the skeletal fingers massage the sensitive areas beneath his limbs。
She had often e to him in the moonlight when the harsh air…world was smothering her； a hot trickle of energy seeping from her pores into the salt water。 He would nuzzle his rubbery nose under her armpits or into her rump till she shrieked with pleasure。 They had munication beyond words。 They were good for each other。 Now she was gone。
His smallish brain replayed the scenario of the last afternoon he'd seen her alive。 He'd been munching at the bottom； chewing well on a particularly bitter clump of turtle grass； when he'd recognized Ma's bony legs。 They'd been fluttering and whipping in a foaming chaos of kicks that was sure to lure sharks。 Behind her was the silent black hull of a Cigarette boat following at no…wake speed。 Booger had surfaced to see Ma thrashing with her last strength through the waves； coughing； gulping air； digging in； trying to reach her Booger。
She'd led them into Booger territory； for him to save her。 He felt his adrenaline…like fluids start to pump。 He dove and came up in front of her。 He humped her onto his rounded shoulders and made a run for the shallows； but he couldn't submerge to get up speed。 Ma was gasping； and her shaking arms could barely cling around his neck。
They never had a chance。 The monster boat could go most anyplace he could。 It was on his tail； unstoppable as a freighter。
〃Okay； Miss Marion；〃 a male human bellowed。 〃No more exercise。 Tell us where it is or we shoot the porker you're ridin' on。〃
She let go of Booger's neck instantly。 He tried to nuzzle between her legs to get her back on top of him； but she was doing a scissors kick at top speed。 She launched herself toward the boat。 〃No！〃 she was screaming。 〃No！ Not him。 He's innocent。〃
Booger ran under her and flipped and banged his tail against the boat。 Once； twice。 He thumped it again； again； again。 It was no use。 He was off balance。 He got water up his nose and his lower back seized up in pain。 There wasn't even a dent in the hull。
He surfaced and watched them drag Ma out of the water。 There were two human males。 A dark…haired； muscular one was holding Ma down。 One that resembled a pale manatee was telling him what to do。
Ma lay on her stomach； flattened and exhausted； across the stern。 〃Head？〃 she panted。 〃That's all you want？〃 She snorted； coughed。 〃Gone。 Sucker's gone。〃
〃So where is it； Marion？ Don't play senile on us；〃 said the pale fat one。
〃Ha！ Sold。〃 She wheezed。 〃You'll never get the money。 It's hidden。 It's going to a good cause。〃
The pointy black feet of the dark one straddled her torso； and an arm with a drawing on it grabbed a handful of her wet hair to raise her head。 〃We don't give a hoot about the fing money； ol' lady。 We want the head。 You're using up your time。〃
She turned her face up to him。 〃No kidding；〃 she said。 She crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out the corner of her mouth。 She giggled and snorted。
The rounded human hissed something。
Booger sensed trouble。 He had to get their attention。 He rolled on his side； stuck his tail at an angle； and powered。 He zigged。 He zagged。 He did the best shark imitation he knew how。
Gold chains glinted as Pointy…foot leaned out over the water。 Strong perfume drifted down and made Booger gag。 〃You saved that one for nothing； woman。 He needs to be put out of his misery。〃
The pudge motioned to Pointy…foot and he let go of her hair。 She looked weak and paler than ever。 Booger sensed he must do something fast。
He dove to the bottom and looked； kept searching； using up the seconds。 At last he found what he needed。 A rock。 A nice sharp piece of dead coral。
He gummed it and rose to the surface。 He could hear talk； but couldn't see Ma anymore。 He took the coral to the black； shiny…painted surface and dug in。 He zigged。 He zagged。 He cut deep into the fiberglass； propelling himself the length of the boat。 He gashed at the hull。 He couldn't make a hole like he wanted； couldn't sink them and save Ma…no matter how hard he tried…but he cut some ridges。 He would know this boat if he saw it again。
He heard Ma's voice from above。 He surfaced。 She was still flattened on the deck。 He sensed her ebbing strength from her husky breath。
〃Swim； son。 Fast。 Go。 They have guns。〃
The crashing started as she spoke； and the four out…boards rumbled and churned up water。 Booger couldn't make it under the boat。 The water was ripped again and again alongside him。 He felt a zing and tasted blood； hot and frothy； in his mouth。 He had to swim。 He blasted away at top speed until the engines roared。 He turned to catch sight of the boat skimm