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In fact there was much Booger didn't know； wouldn't know； couldn't know； since his brain was approximately the size and plexity of a bocci ball。 Booger's breadth of rumination was therefore limited to a daily quest for warm quiet waters； tasty seaweed； and （once in a great while） clumsy sea cow sex。
Whatever had gotten into this manatee in recent days coursed like a mysterious fever； temporarily investing him with the cunning of a dolphin； the fierce agility of a killer whale； and the dopey loyalty of a Labrador retriever。 None of those qualities typically was found in Trichechus manatus…an ancient； migratory； dull； but delightfully docile hulk of mammal。
The death of the old woman； for example； had stirred in Booger the utterly alien feelings of sorrow； rage； a thirst for revenge。 No mere manatee was ever burdened by such plicated emotions！ For most； bliss was never farther than the next juicy clump of turtle grass。
In a way； Booger's gunshot wound was a blessing。 Eventually the nagging sting in his flank chased away the brain fever and unclouded his primordial thinking。
Lolling under the dock at Big Joey's house； Booger found himself losing the insane urge to chase boats； slap his tail on the surface like some hyperthyroid beaver； or attach strange names （〃Ma〃…what the heck did that mean？） to pale wrinkled humans。
As daylight slipped away； Booger was cogitating less like a Disney character and more like an ordinary sea cow。 He no longer fretted over what was happening in the bright dry world above him。 Likewise； the fate of other species was no longer Booger's worry…a kitten could either swim； or it couldn't。 And presented with a choice between rescuing a drowning person and dodging the propellers of a lunatic Donzi； Booger wouldn't hesitate to dive for cover。
Sorry； pal。 Every mammal for himself。
As darkness fell； Booger swam slowly into the bay。 He kept to the shoreline and meandered north toward the familiar bustle of Dinner Key。 When he got there； he was startled to find swimming among the sailboats another manatee； shy and sleek and miraculously unscarred。 As she brushed against him； Booger felt a tingle in his fluke。
Soon the bullet wound was forgotten； as were the queer events of recent days and the fading clamor of Coconut Grove。 Together the two sea cows struck out across the silky waters； breaching and diving in tandem。 Booger knew of a little out…of…the…way place on Virginia Key； a quiet teardrop of a harbor where friendly human shrimpers occasionally tossed crispy heads of lettuce to visiting manatees。
It was a helluva first date。
The yacht of Juan Carlos Reyes was anchored in a gentle chop a mile east of North Bimini。 Even for Hector it was easy to find： a gleaming 107…foot Feadship called Entrante Presidente。
Reyes greeted them in a navy blazer； cream…colored slacks； and dainty Italian loafers。 The yacht's salon reeked of cigars and heavy cologne。 Britt and Fay instantly became sick。 Reyes ordered them taken to a private cabin and handcuffed to a bedpost。 Hector eagerly volunteered； but Reyes told him to sit down。 One of Reyes's bodyguards； a weightlifter type with a pearl nose stud； escorted the women away。
Juan Carlos appraised the Castro impersonator。 〃The real one was heavier in the belly；〃 he said； circling； 〃but overall； my friend； you're not bad。〃
〃Thank you；〃 said Mickey Schwartz。 He had a routine to go with the getup： a bombastic and humorously convoluted tirade against Yankee imperialists； capitalism； and blue jeans。
Juan Carlos Reyes wasn't interested in hearing it。 〃You must be Lilia；〃 he said to the elegant older woman。 He attempted to kiss her hand； but she pulled it away。
〃Little fool；〃 she scoffed。 〃Cuba will never take you back。〃
〃We shall see； puta。〃
Lilia bent over （for she was a full six inches taller than Juan Carlos Reyes） and slapped him smartly on the face； dislodging the smoldering nub of his cigar。 Hector sprang forward； raising the stubby Uzi； but Reyes waved him off。
〃Fidel is ten times the man you'll ever be；〃 said Lilia Sands。
Reyes smiled。 〃Your precious Fidel is dead； old woman。 Croaked。 Cacked。 Deceased。 Checked out。 Whacked。 Eighty…sixed。 Muerto。 Your amor is no more。〃
With frost in her voice； Lilia declared； 〃I do not believe you； enanillo！〃
〃Ah； but my sources are impeccable。〃 Juan Carlos
Reyes plucked the cigar off the carpet and relit it。 〃The highest of connections in Washington…and yes； Havana。〃 He turned to Hector。 〃Do you have it？〃
Hector nodded； fished in a pocket。 He brought out a wispy lock of dark hair； tied in a red and gold Montecristo wrapper。 He handed it to Reyes； who examined it as if it were a rare jewel。
〃In a cigar box；〃 Hector said； 〃in her bedroom。〃
Reyes chuckled。 〃Ironic； no？〃
Lilia glared defiantly。 Mickey Schwartz deduced it was not the appropriate moment to mention his fee。 He stared down at his black military boots； crusty with salt from the boat ride。
Juan Carlos Reyes held up the tuft of hair as a trophy。 〃Proof！〃
Lilia spun away。 〃You're a fool。 Fidel is not dead。〃 She felt a forting hand on her shoulder…the impersonator。 A harmless fellow； she thought。 And not a bad kisser。
Carefully； Reyes slipped the lock of hair into an inside pocket of his blazer。 〃Hector；〃 he said。 〃Bring me the prize。 Bring me the key to my destiny！〃
〃Cuba's destiny； you said。〃
〃Whatever。 Go get the damn thing。〃
Reyes himself cradled the Uzi while Hector retrieved the red cooler from the speedboat； which was tied to the yacht's stern。 He brought the Gott into the salon and set it ceremoniously before Reyes' s delicate loafers。
Lilia Sands and Mickey Schwartz had no idea what they were about to see。 Excitedly； Juan Carlos shoved the machine gun butt…first at Hector； and flipped open the cooler。 He removed a stainless canister the size of a hatbox； and placed it…shiny and perspiring from the ice…on a beveled glass dining table。
〃Where was it？〃 Reyes asked breathlessly。
〃Hidden in the woman's boat；〃 Hector replied。 〃The blonde's。〃
The stumpy millionaire chuckled。 〃Lost and then found。 Fate； no？ That's what brought him to me。 Fate in the form of wild women。〃 He stepped back from the canister。 〃Open it； Hector。〃
〃St。〃
〃Let the bastard out！〃
〃OK； OK。〃 Hector grappled with the canister's vacuum lock until it surrendered with a burp。 Cautiously； he opened the lid。
〃Take it out；〃 Reyes manded。
Hector hesitated。 By nature he was not a squeamish man； but 。。。
〃Take it out！〃
Hector grabbed a gray mossy handful and lifted the staring head from the canister。 He held it like a lantern； his arm outstretched toward the two captives。 Mickey Schwartz's mouth turned to chalk。 Lilia lowered her eyes。
Juan Carjos Reyes was trembling with pleasure。 〃Senor Castro； how nice of you to join us！ You're looking very jaunty this evening…wouldn't you agree； Miss Sands？〃
Without ment Lilia collapsed into Mickey Schwartz's arms。 〃Swell；〃 he said with a grunt。
Reyes produced a gold…plated cuticle scissors and snipped a thatch from the severed head。 〃Hector；〃 he said； 〃keep an eye on our guests。 I'll be in the galley。〃
The DNA expert had been waiting three hours；