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ashed red； and a blast of frigid air escaped。 In the center of the lights； a second door with a simple slide latch led to another partment。
〃Well； counselor； here goes；〃 Deal said。
They both held their breath。 They were unaware of Fay Leonard swimming fifty yards away in the darkness； the giant manatee Booger alongside。 They were unaware of the Boston Whaler with two men aboard； anchored directly in Fay's path。 They were unaware of anything and everything in the whole wide world and the deep blue sea； except what treasure might rest in front of them。
Deal slid the latch and opened the interior door as Lassiter shone the flashlight inside。
〃Uh…oh；〃 Lassiter said。
〃Oh Lord；〃 Deal said。
Lassiter exhaled a tense breath。 〃Turn it over。〃
〃No； you。〃
〃C'mon。 It's not alive。〃
〃You're the ambulance chaser； Jake。 You've seen stuff like this before。〃
〃No I haven't。〃
Wincing； Lassiter reached into the partment and grabbed the human head by its thick； graying hair。 〃It's cold；〃 Lassiter said。 〃Like it's being preserved。〃
He turned the head over； faceup； then dropped it back into the canister。
And there it was。
Bushy beard and all。
Staring at them with wide…open eyes； a startled look on that familiar face。
The face of Fidel Castro。
4。 THE L。A。 CONNECTION…Edna Buchanan
Moments earlier； Britt Montero had been hungry and feverish； battling deadlines and the blues； yearning to go home； desperate and exhausted； her brain an overloaded puter about to crash。 But she never could resist a ringing telephone。 And Jake Lassiter knew exactly what to say。
〃Have I got a story for you！〃
She felt the adrenaline pump and her brain cells kick back into life。 Her blood began to tingle。 She loved to hear those words； but still； she reacted with caution。
〃Have you been drinking； Jake？〃
〃Hell； yeah；〃 he said。 〃You would be too。 I've got John Deal here 。。。 〃
She pinched the bridge of her upturned nose and tried to ignore the distant drumbeat of an impending headache。 〃Isn't he the one that wrecked that entire showroom full of exotic cars 。。。 ？〃
〃Yep； that's him； he's a client of mine。〃
It did not surprise Britt that John Deal needed a lawyer。
〃Did your jury just e in？〃
〃No 。。。 〃
〃Then call me tomorrow。〃
〃This isn't about him； not directly anyway。〃 Jake lowered his deep voice for dramatic effect。 〃This story is so big that when word gets out； there will be riots in the streets； power grabs； and the whole damn revolution will e down。〃
〃What are you talking about？〃
〃You've got to see this to believe it。〃
〃Where are you？〃
〃Crandon Park Marina。 Can you meet us here right away？ And； uh； could you grab a couple of recent pictures； close…ups； of Fidel Castro from the newspaper morgue and bring them with you？〃
〃Castro？ What is this？ If you're putting me on； Jake 。。。 〃
〃Scout's honor； this is dead serious； in fact it could be a matter of life or death。 Uh； check the wires too； before you leave。 See if anything unusual is ing out of Havana。〃
Britt hung up and punched the send button on her puter terminal； booting into the editing system her story about the lovesick bag boy who had taken an entire Kendall supermarket and its shoppers hostage with his father's 12…gauge shotgun。
Beyond the big bayfront windows of the Miami News building； the panoramic Miami Beach skyline and its twinkling lights beckoned alluringly； but she knew there was no going home soon。 Her apartment on the Beach might as well have been a thousand miles away。 The west drawbridge of the Venetian Causeway had been stuck in the open position since noon。 On the MacArthur span； the remains of a house and several cars were scattered across the eastbound lanes。 In order to save one of the last historic pioneer homes from demolition； the city had decided to move it to a new location； but the house had toppled off the wide…load flatbed and smashed into a million pieces。 Several South Beach…bound motorists； startled by a house dead ahead as they ascended a fast…lane rise at fifty…five miles an hour； lost control； pounding the problem。 The Julia Tuttle Causeway； two miles north； was also closed to traffic。 A Hollywood movie crew had rented it for the night to shoot a high…speed chase scene for a new action epic。
Maybe Jake really had a great story； Britt thought hopefully。 She loved this job。 Every day was like Christmas morning。 Full of surprises； stories unfolding； always the possibility that the big one would break today。 So far； today had brought only two threatening letters and three obscene calls from faithful readers； while another had left chicken entrails on the hood of her new T…Bird in the News parking lot。 She fervently hoped they were chicken entrails。 Then came the assignment； followed by a major skirmish with the assistant city editor from hell。
Still steamed about the assignment； she drove south through the soft night to meet Jake； half listening to the crackle of her portable police scanner。 Enthralled city； tourism； and newspaper executives were eager to cooperate with the moviemakers on location。
Final Deadline； a major action flick； would star movie hero Dash Brandon as a government agent under cover as a newsman for a major Miami newspaper。 Britt's assignment； and she had been given no choice but to accept； was to help the star research his role by having him acpany her on the police beat for a week。
Unimpressed by Hollywood types； Britt resented the intrusion。 But so far； the assignment hadn't been too bad； she thought； turning east across the Rickenbacker Causeway； windows open； the salt breeze bracing。 The jet…lagged star wearied quickly。 Summoning his limo； he had departed between the mini…riot that had broken out during a police raid on a Hialeah cockfight and the high…speed pursuit of three carloads of teenage smash…and…grabbers across the Broad Causeway from Bal Harbour。
Fay had fought hard； but Hector and Phil； despite the obvious difficulties in holding on to a slippery； wet； naked body； had succeeded in wrestling her aboard。 Before Lassiter and Deal； stunned by the contents of the shiny steel canister； realized what was happening； Fay was shrieking and struggling on the deck of the Boston Whaler。 Hector managed to cuff the surprisingly strong and agile woman to the handrail； but as he grinned victoriously； she landed a vicious kick to his crotch。 He dropped to his knees； moaning。 Phil gunned the engines； cut the running lights； and throttled into the darkness； as Lassiter and Deal collided painfully； cursing and fumbling in their haste to start the engine of their dive boat。
〃Did you see that big feesh？〃 groaned Hector； still sitting dazed and wet on the deck。
〃That shows how much you know about fishing；〃 Phil jeered。 〃That was a barrel。〃
〃It was a manatee； you jerks；〃 Fay gasped。 〃Touch me and I'll rip your faces off。 Who the hell are you？〃
〃Your friends have something that belongs to us；〃 Hector said。 〃Here； cover yourself with this。〃 He blushed and looked away as he draped something around her shoulders。
〃This is a fishing net； you idiot！ Where are we going？〃 she demanded。
Booger； buffeted about by the wake； experienced a vague sense of so