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〃That's not a circus person you're describing。 That's Jesus。 Or maybe Jerry Garcia。〃
〃Whatever；〃 Joe Winder said。 〃Did you see anybody on the road？ That's all I'm asking。〃
〃Nope；〃 Carrie said。 〃I really ought to be on my way。 What'd you decide about calling the cops？〃
〃Not a good idea；〃 said Winder。 〃Especially with Dr。 Koocher still missing。 Maybe the bad guys'll call back。〃
〃The creeps who did this to you？〃 Carrie sounded incredulous。 〃I don't think so； Joe。〃
She didn't say anything for several moments。 Joe Winder tried to read her expression but she had turned away。
〃How much does she make； your girlfriend； talking sexy on the phone？〃
〃Not much。 Two hundred a week； sometimes two fifty。 They get a bonus for selling videos。 And panties； too。 Twenty bucks a pair。 They buy 'em wholesale from Zayre's。〃
〃Two fifty； that stinks；〃 said Carrie Lanier。 〃But； hey； I've been there。 You do what you have to。〃
〃Nina's got no plaints；〃 said Joe Winder。 〃She says there's a creative ponent to every job； the trick is finding it。〃
Carrie turned around； glowing。 〃She's absolutely right； your girlfriend is。 You know what I did before I got my SAG card？ I worked in a cough…drop factory。 Wrapping the lozenges in foil； one at a time。 The only way I kept from going crazy…each cough drop； I'd make a point to wrap it differently from the others。 One I'd do in squares； the next I'd do in a triangle； the one after that I'd fold into a rhombus or something。 Believe me； it got to be a challenge； especially at thirty lozenges per minute。 That was our quota； or else we got docked。〃
Joe Winder said the first dumb thing that popped into his brain。 〃I wonder if Nina has a quota。〃
〃She sounds like she's doing just fine；〃 Carrie said。 〃Listen； Joe； I think you ought to know。 There's a rumor going around about the rat doctor。 Supposedly they found a note。〃
〃Yeah？〃
〃You know what kind of note I mean。 The bad kind。 Good…bye； cruel world； and all that。 Supposedly they found it in his desk at the lab。〃
Joe Winder said； 〃What exactly did it say； this supposed note？〃
〃I don't know all the details。〃 Carrie Lanier stood up to go。 〃Get some rest。 It's just a rumor。〃
〃Give me another pill； and sit down for a second。〃
〃Nope； I can't。〃
〃Get me another goddamn pill！〃
〃Go to sleep； Joe。〃
By eight the next morning； a crowd had gathered beneath the Card Sound Bridge to see the dead man hanging from the center span。 From a distance it looked like a wax dummy with an elongated neck。 Up close it looked much different。
The crowd was made up mostly of tourist families on their way down to the Florida Keys。 They parked haphazardly on the shoulder of the road and clambered down to where the police cars and marine patrols were positioned； blue lights flashing in that insistent syncopation of emergency。 A few of the tourist husbands took out portable video cameras to record the excitement； but the best vantage was from the decks of the yachts and sleek sailboats that had Cropped anchor in the channel near the bridge。 The mast of one of the sloops had snagged on the hanging dead man and torn off his trousers as the vessel had passed through the bridge at dawn。 By now everyone had noticed that the corpse wore no underwear。
A man from the Dade County Medical Examiner's Office stood on the jetty and looked up at the dead body swinging in the breeze； forty feet over the water。 Standing next to the man from the medical examiner's was FBI Agent Billy Hawkins； who was asking lots of questions that the man from the medical examiner's didn't answer。 He was keenly aware that the FBI held absolutely no authority in this matter。
〃I was on my way to the park；〃 Agent Hawkins was saying； 〃and I couldn't help but notice。〃
With cool politeness； the man from the medical examiner's office said： 〃Not much we can tell you at the moment。 Except he's definitely dead； that much is obvious。〃 The coroner knew that most FBI agents went their whole careers without ever setting eyes on an actual corpse。 The way Billy Hawkins was staring； he hadn't seen many。
〃The poor bastard has no pants；〃 the agent observed。 〃What do you make of that？〃
〃Sunburned testicles is what I make of that。 If we don't haul him down soon。〃
Agent Hawkins nodded seriously。 He gave the coroner a card。 The feds； they loved to hand out cards。
The man from the medical examiner's played along。 〃I'll call if anything turns up；〃 he lied。 The FBI man said thanks and headed back toward his car； he was easy to track…a blocky gray suit moving through a bright sea of Hawaiian prints and Day…Glo surfer shorts。 A dog in a flower bed。
The amused coroner soon was joined by an equally amused trooper from the Florida Highway Patrol。
〃Nice day for a hangin〃；〃 drawled the trooper。 His name was Jim Tile。 He wore the standard mirrored sunglasses with gold wire frames。
〃I don't see a rope；〃 said the coroner； gesturing at the dead man high above them。 〃What the hell's he hanging with？〃
〃That would be fishing line；〃 Jim Tile said。
The coroner thought about it for several moments。 Then he said； 〃All right； Jim； what do you think？〃
〃I think it's a pretty poor excuse for a suicide；〃 said the trooper。
A tanned young man in a crisp blue shirt and a red necktie worked his way out of the crowd。 The man walked up to the coroner and somberly extended his right hand。 He wore some kind of plastic ID badge clipped to his belt。 The coroner knew that the tanned young man wasn't a cop； because his ID badge was in the shape of an animal head； possibly a raccoon or a small bear。
Charles Chelsea gestured toward the dead man without looking。 In a voice dripping with disgust； he said； 〃Can't you guys do something about that？〃
〃We're working on it；〃 replied the coroner。
〃Well； work a little faster。〃
The man from the medical examiner's looked down at Charles Chelsea's animal…head ID and smiled。 〃These things can't be hurried；〃 he said。
A jurisdictional dispute had delayed the removal of the offending body for most of the morning。 It was a tricky geographic dilemma。 The middle of the Card Sound Bridge marked the boundary line between Dade and Monroe counties。 The Monroe County medical examiner's man had arrived first on the scene； and decided that the dead man was hanging in Dade County airspace and therefore was not his responsibility。 The Dade County medical examiner's man had argued vigorously that the victim had most certainly plummeted from the Monroe County side of the bridge。 Besides which the Dade County morgue was already packed to the rafters with homicides； and it wouldn't kill Monroe County to take just one。 Neither coroner would budge； so the dead body just hung there for four hours until the Monroe County medical examiner announced that he was needed at a fatal traffic accident in Marathon； and scurried away； leaving his colleague stuck with the corpse…and now some whiny pain…in…the…ass PR man。
The coroner said to Charles Chelsea： 〃We've got to get some pictures。 Take some measurements。 Preserve the scene； just in case。〃
〃In case of what？ The poor jerk killed himself。〃 Chelsea sounded annoyed。 Preserving the scene was the opposite of what he wanted。
Trooper Jim Tile removed his sunglasses and folded them into a breast pocket。 〃I guess I can go home。 Now that we got an expert on the case。〃
Charles Chelsea started to rebuke this impertinent flatfoot； but changed his mind when he took a good look。 The trooper was very tall and very muscular and very black； all of which made Chelsea edgy。 He sensed that Jim Tile was not the sort to be impressed by titles； but nonetheless he introduced himself as a vice president at the Amazing Kingdom of Thrills。
〃How nifty；〃 said the trooper。
〃Yes； it is；〃 Chelsea said pleasantly。 Then； lowering his voice： 〃But； to be frank； we could do without this kind of spectacle。〃 His golden chin pointed up at the hapless corpse。 Then he jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the chattering throng of onlookers。
〃All these people；〃 Chelsea said urgently； 〃were on their way to our theme park。〃
〃How do you know？〃 asked Jim Tile。
〃Look around here…where else would they be going？ What else is there to see？〃
〃In other words； you would like us to remove the deceased as quickly as possible。〃
〃Yes； exactly；〃 said Charles Chelsea。
〃Because it's petition。〃
The publicity man's eyes narrowed。 Frostily he said； 〃That's not at all what I meant。〃 Giving up on the black policeman； he appealed to the coroner's sense of propriety： 〃All the young children hanging around…they shouldn't be witness to something like this。 Vacations are for fun and fantasy； not for looking at dead bodies。〃
Jim Tile said； 〃They seem to be enjoying it。〃
〃We didn't ask for an audience；〃 the coroner added。 He was accustomed to gawkers in Miami。 Shopping malls were the worst； drug dealers were always leaving murdered rivals in the trunks of luxury automobiles at shopping malls。 The crowds were unbelievable； pushing and shoving； everybody wanting a peek at the stiff。
The coroner told Charles Chelsea： 〃This always happens。 It's just a sick fact of human nature。〃
〃Well； can't you hurry up and get him…it…down？ The longer it stays up there； the more people will stop。〃 Chelsea paused to survey the size of the crowd。 〃This is horrible；〃 he said； 〃right in the middle of Summerfest。 It's giving all these folks the wrong idea。〃
Jim Tile couldn't wait to hear more。 〃The wrong idea about what？〃
〃About Florida；〃 said Charles Chelsea。 The indignation in his tone was authentic。 〃This is not the image we're trying to promote。 Surely you can understand。〃
Grimly he turned and disappeared into the gallery of onlookers。
The coroner once again fixed his attention on what was hanging from the Card Sound Bridge。 He asked Jim Tile； 〃So what do you think about getting him down from there？〃
〃Easy；〃 said the trooper。 〃I'll go up and cut the line。〃
〃You really think that's safe？〃
Jim Tile looked at him curiously。
〃With all these people milling around；〃 said the coroner。 〃What if he hits somebody？ Look at all these damn boats。〃 He frowned and shook his head。 〃I think we've got a serious liability risk here。 Somebody could be injured or killed。〃
〃By a falling corpse；〃 said Jim Tile thoughtfully。
〃You betcha。 Look at all these damn tourists。〃
Jim Tile took out a bullhorn and ordered the boats to weigh anchor。 He also instructed the bystanders to get off the jetty under threat of arrest。 Then he went to the top of the bridge and quickly found what he was looking for： a nest of heavy monofilament fishing line tangled around the base of a concrete column。 One end of the monofilament was attached to the type of flat plastic spool used by Cuban handline fishermen。 The other end of the line led over the side of the bridge； and was attached to the dead man's neck。
The trooper got a 35…millimeter camera out of the patrol car and took pictures of the column and the knot。 Then he got down on his belly and extended his head over the side of the bridge and snapped several aerial…type photographs of the hanging corpse。
After Jim Tile put the camera away； he waved twice at the coroner； still standing on the rocks below。 Then； when the coroner gave the signal； the trooper unfolded his pocketknife and cut through the monofilament fishing line。
He heard the crowd go ooooohhhh before he heard the splash。 A marine patrol boat idled up to the dead man and fished him out of the water with a short…handled gaff。
They were loading the body into the van when the coroner told his theory to Jim Tile。 〃I don't think it's a suicide；〃 he said。
〃What； somebody was using him for bait？〃
〃No； this is what I think happened；〃 said the coroner； demonstrating with his arms。 〃You know how these Cuban guys twirl the fishlines over their heads real fast to make a long cast？ It looks to me like he messed up and wrapped the damn thing tight around his neck； like a bolo。 That's what I think。〃 He picked up a clipboard and began to write。 〃What was the color of his eyes？ Brown； I think。〃
〃I didn't look；〃 said Jim Tile。 He wasn't crazy about dead bodies。
The man from the medical examiner's reached into the van and tugged at the woolen blanket； revealing the dead man's featur