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〃That's ridiculous！〃 Fay shouted。
〃Maybe； maybe not。〃 Reyes took a sip of rum。 〃Miss Montero； do your readers know how little your newspaper pays you？ A million dollars would buy lots of cat food； no？〃
Britt chewed her lower lip； and thought of her callow young editors。 Assuming her story would eventually get published； she wondered what she could possibly write about the severed heads that would make any sense。
Juan Carlos Reyes rose。 〃Randy will take you to the launch。〃 He bowed slightly toward Lilia。 〃I'm sorry your heart is broken； Miss Sands； but I'm not at all sorry your infamous lover is dead。 My only regret is that I didn't kill him myself。〃
〃As if you could；〃 Lilia said venomously。 〃Little cockroach that you are。 Cowardly limp…noodled…〃
〃Enough；〃 Mickey Schwartz cut in。
〃…rotten little crook！〃
Juan Carlos Reyes wagged a mocking finger at Lilia Sands。 〃Now is that any way；〃 he asked； 〃to address the next president of a free Cuba？〃
It was a good plan； a solid plan。 A plan that would've worked； if only the real Fidel Castro had not been insulted； propositioned； and mugged in broad daylight on Miami Beach。
The messy murders of the two men in room 105…that hadn't bothered Castro； for he'd known of it in advance。 He even knew what the police still did not know： the victims' names （Hector Pupo and Mike Weston）； and why they'd had to die （they were loud； careless； and knew too much）。
A security matter handled by experts who made it look amateurish…Fidel understood such things。
However； the arrival of the perky cleanup crew had put him on edge。 Castro was rattled by the knowledge that murders were so mon in South Florida that swabbing up crime scenes was a full…time trade； and evidently a lucrative one。
Franklin and Marlis； the workers who came to room 105； were too talky and inquisitive。 They stared dubiously at Fidel's Korean…made toupee； and posed snoopy questions disguised as banter。 Fidel； as usual； pretended not to understand English。 It was all he could do not to retch during Franklin's graphic monologue about the effects of gastric acids on suede upholstery。
Castro realized that if Franklin and Marlis somehow recognized him； they could with one well…placed phone call generate more business for themselves； and perhaps even the gratuity of a lifetime。 Once Castro gave a subtle tug on his good earlobe； three stocky men in guayaberas materialized to escort the voluble cleaners off the premises。 Meanwhile Fidel slipped into his room and changed into a bathing suit； an absurd vermilion slingshot which was （Cuban intelligence had assured him） the prevailing beachside attire of old； pallid； pudgy male tourists。
The outfit worked too well； the swimsuit a beacon。 Strolling alone on the sand； Fidel was scarcely a hundred yards from the motel when a gum…popping prostitute offered to 〃rock your world； Gramps；〃 for fifty U。S。 dollars。 Her efforts at detaching his red thong were interrupted by a wiry ferret…eyed man who roughly knocked Castro down； stuck a pistol in his belly； and stripped off the gold Cartier wristwatch he'd received as a gift on a state visit to Paris。
Fidel didn't recognize the robber； but he recognized the prison tattoos on the man's grimy knuckles。 binado del Este！ With amazement Castro realized he was being mugged by a thug that he himself had sprung from prison and put on a boat to Key West in 1980。 The bleak beautiful irony made him cough up blood。
Numbed by the morphine； Fidel felt more indignity than pain as the mugger ran away。 Before the old man could rise to his knees； a red…haired urchin no older than six plucked the hairpiece from his scalp and dashed down the beach； shouting to his mother that he'd found a dead crow。
Castro； feeling himself hoisted by the armpits； reasonably anticipated dismemberment or evisceration。
〃Easy；〃 said the voice； which belonged to a motel security guard。 The cheap badge on his shirt said 〃Joe Sereno。〃 Fidel was grateful to see him。
〃You all right？〃 Sereno asked。 〃Man； you don't look so good。〃
In perfect English； Castro gasped； 〃What is this craziness？ These monsters？〃
〃Just another day at the beach。〃 Sereno smiled ruefully。 〃The problem； see； it started when they went to topless。 The guys； old tourist guys like yourself； e down here to stare at the cuties。 Am I right？ The gangs； hookers； scumbags…they all know this。 So they hang on this stretch； just waiting。〃
Fidel morosely dusted the grit from his chest。 Sereno gently led him back toward the Odyssey。 〃I mean； you're a criminal it's not such a bad deal。 Get a tan。 Enjoy the naked babes。 Mug a few Germans and Canadians； and that's your day。〃
〃Why；〃 rasped Castro； 〃aren't these terrible people in jail！〃
Joe Sereno burst out laughing。 〃Where you from； old…timer…Mars？ e on； let me take you back to your room。〃
〃Thank you； officer。〃
〃By the way； there's something I gotta ask。〃
Fidel's jaws clenched。 The security guy was eyeing him closer now； the way the cleaners had。
〃Your name；〃 said Sereno； 〃it's not really Garcia； is it？〃
Less than two hours later； a chartered Gulfstream jet landed at the Opa…Locka airport； where it was met by a black Chevy Blazer。 Four men got out and moved toward the plane。 The tallest one walked slowly； as if in pain。 The others could be seen helping him up the stairs。 Minutes later； a station wagon arrived and a fifth person； a woman in a long gown； was led to the jet。
The flight plan indicated the Gulfstream would be heading nonstop to Kingston； Jamaica。 This was a fib。 The destination was Havana。 Fidel Castro was going home to die。
Miami was too damn scary。 The deal was off。
The remaining severed head； the one Juan Carlos Reyes imagined would make him president of Cuba； belonged to another expendable Castro double； Jose Paz…Gutierrez。
This fact was known to Castro himself； Cuban State Security； the CIA； and of course Lilia Sands； who…on numerous long…ago lonely nights； when Fidel was away…had slept with Jose Paz…Gutierrez at a farmhouse in Camagiiey。 Of course she'd saved a lock of Jose's hair； as she did for all her lovers。
No one was less surprised than Lilia when Reyes's DNA expert matched with 。9999995 certainty the hair from Lilia's cigar box with the severed head in the red Gott cooler。 Her secret glee at fooling the munchkin…sized millionaire was tempered by a pang of wistfulness； for of all the Castro doubles Lilia had slept with； Jose Paz…Gutierrez had been the best…the one whose embrace most reminded her of Fidelito himself； the one whose earlobe she had once chomped off in ecstasy； just as she had Fidel's。
In fact； though Lilia wouldn't dare confess it； Jose Paz…Gutierrez definitely had Castro beat in one department； lovemaking…wise。 The ardent Jose had a much longer 。。。 attention span； if you will。 Lilia wondered if that's what had gotten him killed； as Castro's jealous streak was well known。
So she had mixed feelings on this special Friday morning。 Oh； she was glad to be back in Havana； holding Fidel's hand as a fussy gringo tried to restore the illusion of vitality…gluing on the frizzy beard； aligning a new toupee； ruddying the cheeks； powdering the shadows around the hollowin