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"Those are first-rate," Decker said, but he had nothing more plausible to offer in the way of Skink theories. A bomber for the Weather Underground. Owsley's secret chemist. Lead singer for the Grass Roots. Take your pick.

She reached over and took his hand. "Don't worry about your weird friend, he'll find his way back to Harney."

"Go ahead." Decker slumped back on the bed and closed his eyes. Soon he heard water running in the bathroom. He wished it were rain.

"Remember the last time?"

"What else did he mention?"

"Remember the last time?"

"Just about Dickie and the tournament, that's all," Lanie said. She sat on the bed and crossed her legs. "What's with you? I came all this way and you act like I've got a disease."

"He's a legend," Lanie said. She started unbuttoning Decker's shirt. "One rumor is he's a mass murderer from Oregon. Another says he's ex-CIA, helped kill Trujillo. One story goes he's hiding from the Warren Commission."

"Just about Dickie and the tournament, that's all," Lanie said. She sat on the bed and crossed her legs. "What's with you? I came all this way and you act like I've got a disease."

"I could call the cops, you know."

"What for? He's long gone."

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

"What else did he mention?"

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

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

"He's a legend," Lanie said. She started unbuttoning Decker's shirt. "One rumor is he's a mass murderer from Oregon. Another says he's ex-CIA, helped kill Trujillo. One story goes he's hiding from the Warren Commission."

"I mean, besides tying you up," Decker said.

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

"Go ahead." Decker slumped back on the bed and closed his eyes. Soon he heard water running in the bathroom. He wished it were rain.

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

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

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

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

"Just about Dickie and the tournament, that's all," Lanie said. She sat on the bed and crossed her legs. "What's with you? I came all this way and you act like I've got a disease."

"I mean, besides tying you up," Decker said.

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