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.He might have felt worse about it, if she weren’t such a perv.“So what’s the bad news?” she asked.“I’m trapped.I can’t get outta this fuckin’ place.”“And where exactly would you be?”“I got no earthly idea, Mrs.Shreave.There’s ten thousand goddamn islands out here, and I’m stuck on one of ’em.”“With my twenty-five-thousand-dollar sex tape.”“Correct,” Dealey said.“May I ask how you got there?”“At gunpoint.”“Holy Christ,” said Lily Shreave.“It wasn’t Boyd, was it?”“Get serious.”“Please don’t tell me you were kidnapped.”“Twice,” Dealey said.“But somehow you escaped.”“Negative.Not by a long shot.”“So who’s got you now?” Lily Shreave demanded.“Not important.” Dealey saw no benefit to admitting that he was the prisoner of a guitar-toting Seminole Indian and a college sorority girl.“Here’s what I need you to do,” he said to Mrs.Shreave, and he told her.“I like it,” she said.“You’re a smart fella, Mr.Dealey.I’ll call first thing in the morning.”He held no illusion that she cared whether he lived or died.Getting her mitts on the video was all that mattered to her.Dealey heard a rustling and Gillian stepped from the thicket.He said into the phone, “I’ve gotta go.”“Wait! One more question.”“What?”“The tape—how’d it turn out? Can you see…everything?”“The works,” Dealey said.“Wow.”“More like double wow.”“I can’t wait,” said Boyd Shreave’s wife.“Oh, you’ll be surprised,” Dealey told her, and hung up.SeventeenCecil McQueen died in a chokehold at a nightclub called Le Lube, where he and six friends had gone for a bachelor party.The branch supervisor of the trucking firm was being married the next day to his ex-wife’s divorce accountant, and his buddies couldn’t decide if it was a masterstroke or an act of self-destruction.At the strip joint the men drank festively but set no records.Normally a shy person, Cecil McQueen surprised his companions when he bounded into the mud-wrestling pit to take on a dancer known as Big Satin, who outweighed him by fifty-three pounds and was unaware (as was Cecil) of his obstructed cardiac arteries.Afterward Big Satin felt terrible.So did Cecil’s co-workers and supervisor, although the wedding went on as scheduled.The police ruled the death as accidental, but nonetheless it dominated the TV news, which is how the victim’s only son—then addressed as Chad—learned that his father had not perished while rescuing a vanload of orphans from a flooded drainage canal.That was the yarn his stepmother had cooked up.Years later Sammy Tigertail often thought about his dad, a cheery and harmless soul who believed that the three essential ingredients of contentment were classic rock, Krispy Kreme doughnuts and a hot tub.It was the music that had cheered young Chad, even after he’d moved out to the Big Cypress and shed his name and turned forever away from white people (except for one).His affinity for rock was what had led to the foolish, soul-bruising lapse with Cindy, whom he’d met at a Stones concert in Lauderdale.Within ten seconds Sammy Tigertail had known she was poison, yet he’d willingly opened his veins.And learned nothing from the ordeal, because the same thing seemed to be happening with Gillian.“I’m gettin’ a complex,” she told him.“Why aren’t you trying to do me?”“You asked to be the hostage.”“So?”“Hostages don’t get laid.”“Who made up that stupid rule? Besides, I can tell you’ve been thinkin’ about it.”“Bull,” Sammy Tigertail said.She rose on her tiptoes and tried to peck him on the chin.He dodged sideways and said, “You don’t understand.”“About being nervous? I do so.”He grabbed the rifle from the crook of a tree, and nodded toward Dealey.“Keep an eye on Mr.Camera Man,” he told Gillian.“I won’t be long.”“What if he tries somethin’? Like, jumps me and rips off my clothes?”“Then shoot him.The shotgun’s over there,” the Indian said.“Okeydoke.”“But aim low, in case he turns out to be real.I don’t need to hassle with another dead body.”“When you say low—”“The legs.”“Gotcha,” said Gillian.On a rash impulse Sammy Tigertail leaned forward and kissed the top of her head, then he quickly moved into the night [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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