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"He's not much of a crooner," Lanie grumbled.

"He's a legend," Lanie said. She started unbuttoning Decker's shirt. "One rumor is he's a mass murderer from Oregon. Another says he's ex-CIA, helped kill Trujillo. One story goes he's hiding from the Warren Commission."

"I told you, he didn't say a damn thing, just sang this song over and over."

"Those are first-rate," Decker said, but he had nothing more plausible to offer in the way of Skink theories. A bomber for the Weather Underground. Owsley's secret chemist. Lead singer for the Grass Roots. Take your pick.

"Those are first-rate," Decker said, but he had nothing more plausible to offer in the way of Skink theories. A bomber for the Weather Underground. Owsley's secret chemist. Lead singer for the Grass Roots. Take your pick.

"Those are first-rate," Decker said, but he had nothing more plausible to offer in the way of Skink theories. A bomber for the Weather Underground. Owsley's secret chemist. Lead singer for the Grass Roots. Take your pick.

Lanie came out, still dripping. Already the purple ligature bars were fading.

"Go ahead." Decker slumped back on the bed and closed his eyes. Soon he heard water running in the bathroom. He wished it were rain.

"Well, here we are," she said, a bit too brightly. "Another night, another motel. Decker, we're in a rut."

She reached over and took his hand. "Don't worry about your weird friend, he'll find his way back to Harney."

Decker had always been a sucker for fresh-out-of-the-shower women. With considerable effort he pushed ahead with purposeful conversation. "Dennis told you I was here."

"I told you, he didn't say a damn thing, just sang this song over and over."

She reached over and took his hand. "Don't worry about your weird friend, he'll find his way back to Harney."

"Those are first-rate," Decker said, but he had nothing more plausible to offer in the way of Skink theories. A bomber for the Weather Underground. Owsley's secret chemist. Lead singer for the Grass Roots. Take your pick.

"Rough day," Decker said.

"As long as he didn't hurt you."

"Go ahead." Decker slumped back on the bed and closed his eyes. Soon he heard water running in the bathroom. He wished it were rain.

"Remember the last time?"

"He'll be fine," Lanie said. "Put him on a highway and he'll eat his way home."

"I told you, he didn't say a damn thing, just sang this song over and over."

"Rough day," Decker said.

"What else did he mention?"

"I mean, besides tying you up," Decker said.

"I mean, besides tying you up," Decker said.

"Go ahead." Decker slumped back on the bed and closed his eyes. Soon he heard water running in the bathroom. He wished it were rain.

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