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"Rough day," Decker said.

"I could call the cops, you know."

Decker perked up. "So you know about Skink?"

Not so long, Lanie thought, maybe fifteen minutes. "Mind if I take a shower?"

"Ah." Moody Blues. The man was a child of the Sixties.

Decker had always been a sucker for fresh-out-of-the-shower women. With considerable effort he pushed ahead with purposeful conversation. "Dennis told you I was here."

"What for? He's long gone."

"He'll be fine," Lanie said. "Put him on a highway and he'll eat his way home."

"Remember the last time?"

"Remember the last time?"

"Rough day," Decker said.

Decker had always been a sucker for fresh-out-of-the-shower women. With considerable effort he pushed ahead with purposeful conversation. "Dennis told you I was here."

"Rough day," Decker said.

"Well, here we are," she said, a bit too brightly. "Another night, another motel. Decker, we're in a rut."

"What for? He's long gone."

"Rough day," Decker said.

"He mentioned it, yeah."

Decker perked up. "So you know about Skink?"

"Rough day," Decker said.

"He's not much of a crooner," Lanie grumbled.

"He'll be fine," Lanie said. "Put him on a highway and he'll eat his way home."

"What for? He's long gone."

"What else did he mention?"

"As long as he didn't hurt you."

Lanie came out, still dripping. Already the purple ligature bars were fading.

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