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"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."

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."

"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.

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."

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

"Remember the last time?"

Decker was past the point of being surprised. "A song," he repeated. "Skink was singing?"

"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."

"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.

"He didn't try to pork me, no," Lanie said, "and he didn't stick electrodes into my eyeballs, if that's what you mean. But he's still totally nuts."

"What else did he mention?"

"I told you, he didn't say a damn thing, just sang this song over and over."

"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."

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

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

"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."

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

"Well, don't get too damn excited," she said, scowling. She wrapped herself in the towel.

"Rough day," Decker said.

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

Decker was past the point of being surprised. "A song," he repeated. "Skink was singing?"

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