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wife or
girlfriend or children or who had fought in a war or who at one time
had believed his life was worthy of respect and love, inserted his nose
between Billy Holtzner's index and ring fingers and let him twist it
back and forth.
    "That wasn't so bad, was it? Oh, oh, I see somebody trying to
sneak off there. Oh,
Johnny
…" Holtzner
said.
    "These guys are out of a special basement, aren't they?" Helen
said.
    Cisco Flynn walked toward the cruiser, his face good-natured,
his eyes earnest with explanation.
    "Have a good life, Cisco," I said out the window, then to
Helen, "Hit it."
    "You don't got to me tell me, boss man," she replied, her head
looking back over her shoulder as she steered, the dark green shadows
of oak leaves cascading over the windshield.

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FOUR
    THAT NIGHT THE MOON WAS yellow above
the swamp. I walked down
to the dock to help Batist, the black man who worked for me, fold up
the Cinzano umbrellas on our spool tables and close up the bait shop.
There was a rain ring around the moon, and I pulled back the awning
that covered the dock, then went inside just as the phone rang on the
counter.
    "Mout' called me. His son wants to come in," the voice said.
    "Stay out of police business, Megan."
    "Do I frighten you? Is that the problem here?"
    "No, I suspect the problem is use."
    "Try this: he's fifteen miles out in the Atchafalaya Basin and
snakebit. That's not metaphor. He stuck his arm in a nest of them. Why
don't you deliver a message through Mout' and tell him just to go fuck
himself?"
    After I hung up I nicked off the outside flood lamps. Under
the moon's yellow light the dead trees in the swamp looked like twists
of paper and wax that could burst into flame with the touch of a single
match.
     
    AT DAWN THE WIND was out of the south,
moist and warm and
checkered with rain, when I headed the cabin cruiser across a long,
flat bay bordered on both sides by flooded cypress trees that turned to
green lace when the wind bent their branches. Cranes rose out of the
trees against a pink sky, and to the south storm clouds were piled over
the Gulf and the air smelled like salt water and brass drying in the
sun. Megan stood next to the wheel, a thermos cup full of coffee in her
hand. Her straw hat, which had a round dome and a purple band on it,
was crushed over her eyes. To get my attention, she clasped my wrist
with her thumb and forefinger.
    "The inlet past that oil platform. There's a rag tied in a
bush," she said.
    "I can see it, Megan," I replied. Out of the corner of my eye
I saw her face jerk toward me.
    "I shouldn't speak or I shouldn't touch? Which is it?" she
said.
    I eased back the throttle and let the boat rise on its wake
and drift into a cove that was overgrown by a leafy canopy and threaded
with air vines and dimpled in the shallows with cypress knees. The bow
scraped, then snugged tight on a sandspit.
    "In answer to your question, I was out at your brother's movie
set yesterday. I've decided to stay away from the world of the Big
Score. No offense meant," I said.
    "I've always wondered what bank guards think all day. Just
standing there, eight hours, staring at nothing. I think you've pulled
it off, you know, gotten inside their heads."
    I picked up the first-aid kit and dropped off the bow and
walked through the shallows toward a beached houseboat that had rotted
into the soft texture of moldy cardboard.
    I heard her splash into the water behind me.
    "Gee, I hope I can be a swinging dick in the next life," she
said.
     
    THE HOUSEBOAT FLOOR WAS tilted on top
of the crushed and
rusted oil drums on which it had once floated. Cool Breeze sat in the
corner, dressed in clothes off a wash line, the wound in his cut face
stitched with thread and needle, his left arm swollen like a black
balloon full of water.
    I heard Megan's camera start clicking behind me.
    "Why didn't you call the Feds, Breeze?" I asked.
    "That woman FBI agent wants me in front of a grand jury. She
say I gonna stay in the system, too,