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〃Castro； the one from Cuba。〃
〃They all from Cuba。〃
〃What's his name…Fidel；〃 Marlis said。 〃Fidel Castro； Shaved off his beard。〃 She paused and hunched in a little closer to Joe and Franklin。 〃Shaved his beard and must've shaved his head； too； 'cause the man's wearing a rug。〃
〃That's what I thought too；〃 Joe said。 〃But whose hair does the rug look like？〃
Now Marlis squinted till she had it and said； 〃Yeah； that high…waisted cat kung…fus everybody he don't shoot。〃
Franklin said； 〃I know who you mean。 That kung…fu cat with the big butt。 Doesn't take shuck and jive from nobody。 But listen to me now。 If that's the Fidel we talking about here； there's a man will pay a million dollars to see him dead。 Man name of Reyes。 It would be easy as pie to cap him sitting there； wouldn't it？〃 He looked at Joe Sereno。 〃I mean if it was your trade。〃
〃Tempting；〃 Marlis said； 〃but safer to clean up after。 Celebrity； be nothing wrong with doubling the fee。〃
Joe was thinking。 He said； 〃You suppose a hit man killed these two in here？〃
〃Hit men as a rule；〃 Franklin said； 〃don't make this kind of mess。 One on the back of the head； use a twenty…two High Standard Field King with a suppressor on it。 We've followed up after hit men； haven't we； precious？〃
〃We sure have；〃 Marlis said。 〃Lot of that kind of work around here。〃
Joe Sereno said； 〃You don't suppose 。。。 〃 and stopped； narrowing his eyes then to make what he wanted to say e out right。 〃In the past few days I've run into three homicides； counting these two； and a fourth one they're calling an accident looks more like a homicide to me。 I have a hunch they're related。 Don't pin me down for the motive； 'cause I don't see a nexus。 At least not yet I don't。 But I got a creepy feeling that once these two are identified； it will explain the others。 I'm talking about the old woman； and a guy named Phil。 And； unless I miss my guess； it all has something to do with that man sitting over there smoking a cigar。〃
〃Unless；〃 Marlis said； 〃the dude over there is the Fidel impersonator； Mickey Schwartz。〃
〃Either way；〃 Joe Sereno said； 〃ID these two and this whole mess will bee clear。〃
A look passed between Franklin and Marlis。
Joe caught it and thought； Hmmmm。
13。 THE LAW OF THE JUNGLE…Carl Hiaasen
Mickey Schwartz had never been to Bimini； as there was not among Bahamians a huge demand for Fidel Castro impersonators。
Nor had Mickey Schwartz ever been in a Cigarette boat crossing the Gulf Stream with an Uzi…toting goon； an obese fugitive politician； two crabby female hostages； and an older woman who elegantly claimed to have slept with the real Fidel。
In that respect； it was the most interesting gig of Mickey Schwartz's show business career。 And； except for the threat of gunplay； it was also the most gratifying； professionally。
Being a Castro impersonator in Miami was no picnic…a vast impassioned segment of the population regarded the Cuban leader more as a murderous butcher than as cheap ic relief。 As Mickey Schwartz could attest； there was no fortune to be made milking Castro for laughs； at least not in South Florida。
Most of Mickey's Fidel gigs were weekend parades in Little Havana； and involved long hours of pretending to be dead…lying in an open casket； swinging from a gallows； rotting under a cloud of fake flies in a cane field 。。。 that sort of thing。 As long as Mickey didn't move a muscle； everything was fine； people cheered like crazy。
Easy payday； his pals would say。 But Mickey Schwartz hated it。 The fatigues were stifling and the phony beard was scratchy。 Besides； he was too talented for Sunday parade crap。 He had a solid lounge act in Sunny Isles…Brando； Nicholson； Robin Williams。 He even did a Howard Stern； for the younger crowd。 Who else did a Howard Stern？ Nobody； that's who。
Mickey Schwartz believed he hated impersonating Castro nearly as much as the exiles hated Castro himself。 Yet now； plowing across the Gulf Stream in a spiffy black Cigarette boat； he figured all the hard humiliating work was paying off。 Ten grand； and a free trip to Bimini！
Mickey wasn't sure exactly who was paying him； and didn't care。 He was feeling pretty good about the day； until the speedboat hit the curling wake of an oil tanker and the humongous fugitive politician…the one they called Big Joey G。…choked to death on his conch salad。
Fay Leonard said； 〃Tell me you're not just throwing him overboard。〃
Hector squinted at her。 〃No； baby； I'm not throwing him overboard。 I'm rolling him overboard。〃
The body of Big Joey disappeared over the transom。 The splash was majestic。 Fay glared at Hector； she hated polluters。
Hector said； 〃That oughta add about eight knots to our cruising speed。〃
〃And three hundred pounds of filth to the water column；〃 Fay muttered。
〃No； baby； that man is definitely biodegrading。〃
Britt Montero； shackled on the deck next to Fay； couldn't help but snigger。 Hector winked and flexed； making the scorpion tattoo do a shimmy。 He slipped the strap of the Uzi over his shoulder and returned to the wheel。 Fay's gaze shifted to the red Gott cooler at Hector's feet。 Glumly she considered what was inside； packed on a pillow of ice。
Nothing left to bargain with now； she thought。 The granddaughter of Marion McAlister Williams will soon be sleeping with the fishes； and Joey G。
Fay felt an elbow in her ribs。 Britt leaned close and said； 〃Don't worry。〃 Fay nodded gamely。 Maybe they could talk their way out of it。 Maybe there was hope。
Just as the despicable Hector had predicted； the newly lightened Cigarette boat picked up speed。 In her mind； Fay replayed the long ride。 By the time Joey G。 started gagging； everyone aboard had grown sick of him。 His preposterous cryogenics spiel had bee a topic of open ridicule among the captives； even Hector admitted it was baloney； along with the Vietnam skull…boiling rap。 Nobody who saw Big Joey cram an entire quart of diced conch into his voluminous cheeks could've imagined him as a soldier in any man's army； in any war。
Then came the jolt of the tanker wake； a shower of salt spray； and Joey was flopping on the deck like an albino walrus。 Hector flung himself across the Gott cooler to prevent it from being kicked overboard。 Before the others realized Big Joey wasn't reenacting some ludicrous jungle…sapper fantasy； it was over。 All of Hector's strength was required to jettison the prebloated corpse。
At the splash； the elegant older Cuban woman made a sign of the cross。 Her escort； the guy dressed up to look like Castro； blurted： 〃Doesn't anybody here know the Heimlich？〃
〃Oh yeah。 The Heimlich。〃 Hector peered over the transom。 〃Gee； I guess it's too late。〃
He cranked the outrageous four Mercs and set a course for the Bimini islands。 〃Bastard；〃 hissed Fay Leonard； but her words were lost in the high roar of the big outboards。
Booger the manatee had watched from a depth of nine feet as the black speedboat idled from the slender channel into Biscayne Bay。 He didn't know the boat was headed for the ocean； then the Bahamas。 He didn't know who was on board； or why。 He didn't know the dark purpose of the voyage。
In fact there was much Booger didn't know； wouldn't know； couldn