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With a slapping of many oversized feet； the actor…elves scurried toward the slack figure of Moe Strickland； who was awake but in considerable pain。 Jeremiah…Dumpling lifted Moe's bloody head and said； 〃This is the guy we told you about。 The one in the dumpster。〃
Skink bent down and said； 〃Pleased to meet you； Uncle Ely。 I think your buddies better get you to the vet。〃
Charles Chelsea tested the door to Francis X。 Kingsbury's office and found it locked。 He tapped lightly but received no reply。
〃I know he's in there；〃 Chelsea said。
Danny Pogue said； 〃Allow us。〃 He produced a small screwdriver and easily popped the doorjamb。
〃Like ridin〃 a bicycle；〃 said Bud Schwartz。
From inside the raccoon costume came a hollow mand。 The others stood back while Joe Winder opened the door。 Upon viewing the scene； he clapped his paws and said： 〃Perfect。〃
Francis X。 Kingsbury was energetically fondling himself in front of a television set。 On the screen； a dark young man in a torn soccer jersey was copulating with a wild…haired brunette woman； who was moaning encouragement in Spanish。 Other video cassettes were fanned out like a poker hand on the desk。
Kingsbury halted mid…pump and wheeled to confront the intruders。 The boxer shorts around his ankles greatly diminished his ability to menace。 Today's hairpiece was a silver Kenny Rogers model。
〃Get out；〃 Kingsbury snarled。 He fumbled for the remote control and turned off the VCR。 He seemed unaware that the Amazing Kingdom's stalwart mascot； Robbie Raccoon； was pointing a loaded semi…automatic at him。 Joe Winder tucked the gun under one arm while he unzipped his head and removed it。
〃So you're alive；〃 Kingsbury hissed。 〃I had a feeling； goddammit。〃
Bud Schwartz laughed and pointed at Kingsbury； who shielded his receding genitals。 The burglar said； 〃The asshole's wearing golf shoes！〃
〃For traction；〃 Joe Winder theorized。
Charles Chelsea looked disgusted。 Danny Pogue tossed a package on the desk。 〃Here；〃 he said to Kingsbury； 〃even though you tried to kill us。〃
〃What's this？〃
〃The files we swiped。 Ramex； Gotti； it's all there。〃
Kingsbury was confused。 Why would they return the files now？ Bud Schwartz read his expression and said； 〃You were right。 It was out of our league。〃
Which was baloney。 The true reason for returning the files was to ensure that no one would e searching for them later。 Like the police or the FBI。
〃I suppose you want； what； a great big thank…you or some such goddamn thing。〃 Francis X。 Kingsbury tugged the boxer shorts high on his gelatinous waist。
The indignity of the moment finally had sunk in。 〃Get out or I'm calling Security！〃
〃You've got no Security；〃 Winder informed him。
〃Charlie？〃
〃I'm afraid that's right； sir。 I'll explain later。〃
Bud Schwartz said to his partner； 〃This is pathetic。 Let's go。〃
〃Wait。〃 Danny Pogue stepped up to Kingsbury and said： 〃Beating up an old lady； what's the matter with you？〃
〃What the hell do you care。〃 By now Kingsbury had more or less focused on Joe Winder's gun； so he spoke to Danny Pogue without looking at him。 〃That fucking Pedro； he gets carried away。 Not a damn thing I can do。〃
〃She's a sick old woman； for Chrissake。〃
〃What's your point； Jethro？〃
〃My point is this；〃 said Danny Pogue； and ferociously punched Francis Kingsbury on the chin。 Kingsbury's golf cleats snagged on the carpet as he toppled。
Surveying the messy scene； Charles Chelsea felt refreshingly detached。 He truly didn't care anymore。 Outside； a roar of thousands swept the Amazing Kingdom； followed by gay cheers and applause。 Chelsea went to the window and parted the blinds。 〃What do you know；〃 he said。 〃Our five…millionth customer just walked through the gate。〃
With gray hands Kingsbury clutched the corner of the desk and pulled himself to his feet。 In this fashion he was also able to depress a concealed alarm button that rang in the Security Office。
But Schwartz said； 〃We'll be saying good…bye now。〃
〃You're wele to stay；〃 offered Joe Winder。
〃No thanks。〃 Danny Pogue examined his knuckles for bruises and abrasions。 He said； 〃Molly's having surgery this afternoon。 We promised to be at the hospital。〃
〃I understand；〃 Winder said。 〃You guys want to take anything？〃 He motioned with his gun paw around the lavish office。 〃The VCR？ Some tapes？ How about a cellular phone for the car？〃
〃The phone might be good；〃 said Danny Pogue。 〃What'd you think； Bud？ You could call your little boy from the road； wouldn't that be cool？〃
〃Let's roll；〃 Bud Schwartz said。
Later they were driving on Card Sound Road； halfway back to the mainland； when Bud Schwartz motioned with a thumb and said： 〃Right about here's where it all started； Danny。 Me throwin〃 that damn rat in the convertible。〃
〃It was a vole；〃 said Danny Pogue。 〃A blue…tongued mango vole。 Microtus mango。 That's the Latin name。〃
Bud Schwartz laughed。 〃Whatever you say。〃 There was no denying he was impressed。 How many burglars knew Latin？
A few more miles down the road； Danny Pogue again brought up the topic of portable phones。 〃If we had us one right now； we could call the hospital and see how she's doin'。〃
〃You know the problem with cellulars；〃 said Bud Schwartz。
〃The reception？〃
〃Besides the reception；〃 Bud Schwartz said。 〃The problem with cellulars is； people always steal the damn things。〃
〃Yeah；〃 said his partner。 〃I hadn't thought about that。〃
The emergency buzzer awakens Pedro Luz in the storage room。 He sits up and blinks。 Blinks at the bare light bulb。 Blinks at the pitted walls。 Blinks at the empty intravenous bags on the hangers。 He thinks； What the hell was it this time？ Stanozolol； yeah。 He'd pilfered a half…dozen tabs from Spence Mooher's locker。 Ground them up with the toe of a boot； stirred it in the bag with the dextrose。
Feeling good。 Feeling just fine。 The beer sure helped。
Then es Kingsbury's alarm and it sounds like a dental drill。 Better get up now。 Better get moving。
Pedro Luz pulls the tubes from his arms and tries to stand。 Whoa； hoss！ He forgot all about his foot； the fact that it was missing。
He grabs a wooden crutch and steadies himself。 Facing the mirror； Pedro notices he's buck naked from the waist down。 The image shocks him； his legs are as thick as oaks； but his penis is no larger than a peanut。 Hastily he scrambles into the trousers of his guard uniform； the gun belt； one sock； one shoe。
Time to go to work。 It's the Summerfest Jubilee and Mr。 Kingsbury's in some kind of trouble。
And the damn door won't open。
Pedro can't fucking believe it。 Okay； now somebody's either locked the damn thing from the outside； which don't make sense； or maybe welded it shut； which is even crazier。 Pedro lowers one shoulder and hits the door like a tackle dummy。 Nada。 Now he's getting pissed。 Through the steel he yells for Cano or Spence or Diamond J。 Love； and gets no answer。 〃Where the hell is everybody？〃 hollers Pedro Luz。
Next logical step is using his skull as a battering ram。 Wedging the crutch against the baseboard； he uses it to vault himself headfirst at the door。 Amazing thing is； it don't hurt after a while。 Tense the neck muscles just before impact and it acts like a spring。 Boom； boom； boom。 Boing； boing； boing。
No more door！ Flattened。
What a fine feeling； to be free again。
The Security Office is empty； which is a mystery。 Pedro checks the time cards and sees that none of the other guards have clocked in； something's going on here。 Outside； the morning sun burns through a milky August haze； and the park is crawling with customers。 There's a middle…aged lady at the security window plaining how somebody swiped her pocketbook off the tram。 Behind her is some guy from Wisconsin； red hair and freckles； says he locked his keys in the rental car。 And behind him is some bony old man with a shnoz that could cut glass。 Claims one of the animals is walking around the park with a gun。 Which one？ Pedro asks。 The possum？ The raccoon？ We got bunches of animals； says Pedro Luz。 And the old guy scratches his big nose and says he don't know the difference from animals。 Was Wally Wolverine for all he knows； but it damn sure was a gun in its paw。 Sure； says Pedro； whatever you say。 Here's a form to fill out。 I'll be back in a few minutes。
Between the whiny tourists and all that banging with his head； Pedro's finally waking up。 On the floor near the broken door he spots something shiny； and checks it out： a new Master padlock； still fastened to the broken hasp。
Pedro never would've imagined it was the lovely Princess Golden Sun who'd locked him in the storage room with his drugs and beer。 He figured it was Spence Mooher or one of the other security guards； playing a joke。
He could deal with those jerk…offs later。 Now it was time to haul ass over to Mr。 Kingsbury's office and see what was wrong。 For a moment Pedro Luz thought he heard the alarm go off again； but then he realized no； it was just the regular buzzing in his eardrums。 Only it seemed to be getting louder。
THIRTY…THREE
〃First things first；〃 Joe Winder said。 〃Who killed Will Koocher？〃
Francis X。 Kingsbury was rolling a shiny new Titleist from hand to hand across the top of his desk。 The brassy strains of a marching band rose from the street below； the Summerfest Jubilee was in full swing。
〃This Koocher；〃 Kingsbury said； 〃he was threatening to go public about the voles。 Pangs of conscience； whatever。 So what I did； I told that fucking Pedro to go talk sense with the boy。 See； it would've been a disaster…and Charlie'll back me up on this…a goddamn mess if it came out the voles were fake。 Especially after the stupid things got stolen…talk about embarrassing。〃
Winder said； 〃So the answer to the question is Pedro。 That's who mitted the murder。〃
Kingsbury smothered his nose with a handkerchief and snuffled like a boar。 〃Damn hay fever！〃 The handkerchief puckered with each breath。 〃Far as I'm concerned； Koocher drowned in the Orky tank。 Plain and simple。 Case closed。〃
〃But everyone knew the truth。〃
〃No！〃 Chelsea protested。 〃I swear to God； Joey。〃
〃Tell me about the blue…tongued mango voles；〃 said Joe Winder。 〃Whose clever idea was that？〃
From behind the veil of the soggy hanky； Kingsbury said： 〃I figured wouldn't it be fantastic if the Amazing Kingdom had an animal we could save。 Like Disney tried to do with the dusky sparrow； only I was thinking in terms of a panda bear。 People； I've seen this； they go fucking nuts for pandas。 Only e to find out it's too hot down here； they'd probably croak in the sun。
〃So I call this connection I got； this old friend； and I ask her what's endangered in Florida and she says all the good ones are taken…the panthers and manatees and so forth。 She says it'd be better to e up with an animal nobody else had or even knew about。 She says we might even get a government grant； which it turns out we did。 Two hundred grand！〃
Chelsea tried to act appalled； he even made a sound like a gasp。 Impatiently； Winder said； 〃Charlie； this might e as a shock； but I don't care how much you knew and how much you didn't。 For the purposes of settling this matter； you've bee superfluous。 Now show Mr。 Kingsbury what we've prepared。〃
From an inside pocket Chelsea withdrew a folded sheet of Amazing Kingdom stationery。 He handed it across the desk to Francis X。 Kingsbury； who set aside both the handkerchief and the golf ball in order to read。
〃It's a press release；〃 Chelsea said。
〃I see what it is。 Horseshit is what it is。〃 Kingsbury scanned it several times； including once from the bottom up。 His mouth moved in twitchy circles； like a mule chewing a carrot。
〃You ought to consider it；〃 Winder advised him； 〃if you want to stay out of jail。〃
〃Oh； so now it's blackmail？〃
〃No； sir； it's the cold fucking hand of fate。〃
Nervously Kingsbury fingered the bridge of his nose。 〃The hell is your angle； son？〃
〃You arranged an elaborate scientific fraud for the purposes of profit。 An ingenious fraud； to be sure； but a felony nonetheless。 Two hundred thousand is just about enough to interest the U。S。 Attorney's Office。〃
Kingsbury shrugged in mockery。 〃Is that； what； like the end of the world？〃
〃I forgot；〃 Winder said； 〃you're an expert on indictments。 Aren't you； Frankie？〃
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