ch.doublewhammy-第41部分
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Weeb continued： 〃As you know； for some time Eddie's been the host of his own popular bass show on a peting network。 We are most pleased to have stolen him away； since it means…as of yesterday…an additional seventy…four independent cable stations switching to the Outdoor Christian Network for the uping fishing season。〃 Charlie Weeb allowed himself a brief dramatic pause。 〃And let me say that although all of us will miss Dickie Lockhart and his special brand of outdoor entertainment； I'm certain that his fans will find Eddie Spurling just as exciting； just as informative； and just as much fun to fish with every week。 All of us here in the OCN family couldn't be more pleased！〃
Eddie stepped forward and tipped an invisible cap。 He was looking pretty pleased himself； and for good reason。 January had been a fabulous month。 Without winning a single bass tournament he had doubled both his salary and his national TV exposure； and had also landed the lucrative six…figure endorsement contract for Happy Gland Fish Scent products。 The Happy Gland package （entailing print； TV； billboard； and radio mercials） was the envy of the professional bass…fishing circuit； a prize held exclusively for the past five years by Dickie Lockhart。 With Lockhart's sudden death； the Happy Gland people needed a new star。 The choice was an obvious one； the ad agency didn't even bother to hold auditions。 Henceforth every bottle of Bass Bolero； Mackerel Musk； and Catfish Cum would bear the grinning likeness of Fast Eddie Spurling。
〃Any questions？〃 asked Charlie Weeb。
The reporters just looked at one another。 Each of them was thinking he would go back to the newsroom and kill the editor who sent him on this assignment。
Weeb said； 〃I've saved the best for last。 Girls； bring out the visuals。〃
Two young women in opalescent bathing suits entered the skybox carrying an immense gold…plated trophy。 The trophy easily stood five feet off the ground。 On the corners of the base of the trophy were toy…size figures of anglers holding fishing rods； bent in varying degrees of mythic struggle。 At the crown of the trophy was an authentic largemouth bass in a full body mount。 As bass went； it was no hawg； but poised on the trophy it did look impressive。
〃Well； there！〃 said the Reverend Weeb。
〃What did you win it for？〃 one of the reporters asked Eddie Spurling。
〃I didn't win it；〃 Fast Eddie said； 〃not yet。〃
〃Gentlemen； read what it says on the trophy； look closely；〃 said Charlie Weeb。 〃This is probably the biggest trophy most of you ever saw； including Eddie here； who's won some pretty big ones。〃
〃None this big；〃 Eddie Spurling said admiringly。
〃Damn right；〃 Weeb said。 'That's because it's the biggest trophy ever。 And it's the biggest trophy ever because it goes to the winner of the biggest fishing tournament ever。 Three weeks from today； gentlemen； on the edge of the legendary Florida Everglades； fifty of the best bass anglers in the world will pete for a first prize of two hundred and fifty thousand dollars。〃
〃Christ；〃 said one of the reporters。 Finally something to scribble。
〃The richest tournament ever；〃 Charlie Weeb said； glowing。 〃The Dickie Lockhart Memorial Bass Blasters Classic。〃
Ed Spurling said； 〃At Lunker Lakes。〃
〃Oh yes；〃 said the Reverend Weeb； 〃how could I forget？〃
Al Garcia was dog…tired。 He'd been up since six； and even after four cups of coffee his tongue felt like mossy Styrofoam。 His bum left shoulder was screaming for Percodans but Garcia stuck with plain aspirin； four at a pop。 It was one of those days when he wondered why he hadn't just retired on full disability and moved quietly to Ocala； one of those days when everything and everybody in Miami annoyed the shit out of him。 The lady at the toll booth； for instance； when she'd snatched the dollar bill out of his hand…a frigging buck； just for the matchless pleasure of driving the Rickenbacker out to Key Biscayne。 And the doorman at the Mayan high…rise condo。 Let's see some identification； please。 How about a sergeant's badge； asshole？ The thing was； the doorman…dressed in a charcoal monkey suit that must have cost four bills…the doorman used to work for fucking Somoza。 Used to pulverize peasant skulls on behalf of the Nicaraguan National Guard。 Garcia knew this； and still he had to stand there； dig around for his shield and a driver's license； before the goon would let him inside。
To top it off； the rich guy he's supposed to interview es to the door wearing one of those faggy thong bathing suits （candy…apple red） that make it look like you've got a python between your legs。
〃e on in； Sergeant；〃 said Dennis Gault。 〃Tell me the news。〃
〃What news？〃 Garcia looked the place over before he sat down。
Nice apartment。 Thick； fluffy carpet…no rug…burn romances for this stud。 Swell view of the Atlantic； too。 Got to cost a million…three easy； Garcia thought。 You can't buy a toilet on the island for under two…fifty。
Gault said； 〃About Decker…didn't you catch him？〃
〃Not yet。〃
〃Grapefruit juice？ O。J。？〃
〃Coffee if you got it；〃 Garcia said。 〃You must be headed down to the beach。〃
〃No；〃 Gault said； 〃the sauna。〃 After he poured Garcia's coffee； he said； 〃I thought that's why you called…Decker； I mean。 I figured you boys would've found him by now。〃
〃You boys。 Fine； be that way； Garcia thought。 〃We almost had him last night； but he got away。〃
〃Got away？〃 Dennis Gault asked。
〃As in； eluded us；〃 Garcia said。 〃Stole a boat and took off across the bay。 By the time we got a chopper up； it was too late。〃
〃Sounds like you boys fucked up。〃
〃We prefer to think of it as a missed opportunity。〃 Garcia smiled。 〃Very good coffee。 Colombian？〃
〃Yeah；〃 Dennis Gault said。 He dumped a squirt of vodka into his grapefruit juice。
〃The reason I'm here；〃 Garcia said； 〃is I need you to tell me everything about what happened with Decker。〃
Gault sat down； tugged irritably at his cherry swimtrunks。 Garcia figured they must be riding clear up the crack of his buttocks。
〃Hell； I flew to New Orleans and gave a full statement；〃 Gault said。 〃How many times do I have to go over it？〃
Garcia said； 〃I've read your statement； Mr。 Gault。 It's fine as far as it goes。 But； see； working the Miami angle； I need a few more details。〃
〃Such as？〃
〃Such as how did Decker choose you？〃 Garcia was admiring the empty coffee cup。 It looked like real china。
Gault said； 〃My feelings about Dickie Lockhart were no secret； Sergeant。 I'm sure Decker talked to some fishermen； heard the stories。 Once he took those photographs； I was the logical choice for a buyer…he knew I hated Dickie； knew I wanted to see him discredited。 Plus he knew I was a man of means。 He knew I could afford his price； no matter how ludicrous。〃
Man of means。 Garcia was in hog heaven。 〃He told you all this； Decker did？〃
〃No； I don't recall that he did。 You asked how he picked me and I'm telling you it wasn't too damn difficult。〃
Garcia said； 〃How did he first contact you？〃
〃He called。〃
〃Your secretary just patched him right through？〃
〃Of course not；〃 Gault said。 〃He left a message。 Left about seventeen messages before finally I got fed up and picked up the phone。〃
〃That's good；〃 Garcia said。 From the inside of his tan suit coat he produced a small notebook and wrote something down。 〃Seventeen messages…your secretary's bound to remember the name； don't you think？ She probably wrote his number in a desk calendar somewhere。 Even a scrap of paper would be a help。〃
〃I don't know；〃 Gault said。 〃That was weeks ago。 She probably tossed it by now。〃
Al Garcia left his notebook open on his lap while Gault repeated his story that R。 J。 Decker had demanded one hundred thousand dollars for the photographs of Dickie Lockhart cheating。
〃I told him he was nuts；〃 Gault said。 〃I told him to take a flying fuck。〃
〃But you saw the pictures。〃
〃Yeah； and it was Dickie； all right； pulling fish cages in a lake somewhere。 Illegal as hell。〃
Garcia said； 〃So why didn't you buy them？〃
〃For the obvious reasons； that's why。〃 Gault pretended to be insulted。
〃Too much money；〃 Garcia said。 〃That's the most obvious one。〃
〃Forget the money。 It would have been wrong。〃
〃Wrong？〃
〃Don't look at me like that；〃 Gault said。 〃You're looking at me like I was a mon criminal。〃
Maybe worse； Garcia thought。 He had already decided that Dennis Gault was a liar。 The question was； how far did it go？
〃The note；〃 the detective said。 〃Asking for a hundred grand…〃
〃I gave it to the cops in New Orleans。〃
〃Yes； I know。 But I was wondering what Decker meant…remember he used the word 'fee'。 Like it was a real case。 He said； 'The fee is now a hundred grand；' something like that。〃
Gault said； 〃Hell； I knew exactly what he meant。〃
〃Sure； but I was thinking…why he didn't use the word 'price'？ I mean； he was talking about the price of the photographs； wasn't he？ It just seemed like a funny choice of words。〃
〃Not to me；〃 Gault said。
〃When did he give you the note？〃
〃Same day he showed me the pictures。 January 7； I guess it was。〃 Gault got up and went to the bathroom。 When he came back he was wearing a monogrammed terrycloth robe over the skimpy red thong。 It had gotten chillier in the apartment。
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