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 Boy, watch the road. Never mind what s going on back here. You TAC guys are on the ball,
but I can t say you re fun to live with. Two inside the house at all times, he told Kathy,
another four placed around the property. The TAC guys in the cars following them would
relieve the crew that was here all day. They turned into the gravel drive, Gibbs saying,
 They re quiet as mice, but you know they re around. We ll sit and relax, have a drink, talk of
something pleasant for a change. Then I ll show you my garden.
 I ve seen it, Kathy said.
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He told Ms. Spunky, well, you haven t seen everything.
She was not as appreciative as Stephanie, now selling real estate, damn it, in Orlando. Steph
would love the motorcade, all the attention. He might ve misread this one. She didn t just talk
to be talking like most girls he knew. Barely spoke till they were in the garage, going in the
house, then looks at the pile of trash waiting to be picked up and asks if they delivered pizzas
way out here. He told her he wouldn t know. Cops ate pizza, he didn t.
Now they were settled on the porch with drinks and the first thing she said, looking at the
patched screen:
 I was surprised, the guy on the phone mentioning the alligator.
He should never have put that call on the speaker.
 It surprised me too. Least I won t get any calls here, the number s unlisted. I ll have to play
the tapes for you sometime, the ones called hoping to see me killed. You imagine the kind of
person would do that?
 He seemed to think you d know who he was.
 Well, last week I fined a poacher five hundred bucks. I mentioned him, Dicky Campau? Shot
a gator in the Palm Beach Canal.
 But he was talking about the one in your yard.
Bob Gibbs saw he had to take another tack. He hated to act dumb, give this girl the wrong
impression.  Well, the only thing I can think of& he s the same one brought the gator. Put it
in the yard beforehand, mad as hell, knowing he was gonna get a heavy fine. What do you
think? He saw her start to tell him and moved on saying,  The guy s wife was in court at the
sentencing. Now there s a woman looks like an alligator, homeliest female I ever saw.
Hoping to slide off the subject.
No, Ms. Spunky stayed with it saying,  Didn t he want to make some kind of deal?
Why was she asking these questions? A girl. Cops, you told them how you saw it and they got
the picture, fast, they knew how the system worked. He wasn t worried about Dicky Campau.
Maybe he was for a minute there on the phone till he realized, hell, whatever story Dicky told
would be an offender s word against his. So pick him up, let him say whatever he wanted.
Now he couldn t remember what it was she d asked him.
It didn t matter. She had another question.  You think he s the one shot at us?
Gibbs almost said, Who, Dicky? before he realized it wasn t a bad question. Why couldn t it
be Dicky? Kept a rifle in his pickup. He d even mentioned it to the TAC cop. When he did,
though, he wasn t thinking of Dicky as the shooter. He saw Ms. Spunky waiting to know what
he thought.
 Honey, are you reading my mind or what? I thought of Dicky Campau as we lay there on the
ground, before the shots had even faded out. How s your drink?
 It s fine. But you didn t mention him to the sheriff and his guys.
 I wanted to think about it awhile first.
 Did you mention him to anyone before he called?
 Let s see now. All last week I had a full schedule, plus these TAC guys in my hair& You
could use some ice.
She said,  How would he know where Dale was?
Gibbs had their glasses now, leaving the porch.  I ll be right back.
In the kitchen he dialed his buddy McKenna s home number.
 Bill, I think they re picking up Dicky Campau on one of the anonymous calls.
 They already have, the colonel said.
 They should look for his rifle.
 They have it too. It s in the lab.
 Let me know, all right?
 Soon as I hear.
He doused their glasses with bourbon and took a good sip of his, beginning to believe he
might have to strangle this girl if he couldn t get her drunk. Maybe this wasn t a good time to
be thinking of romance. Gibbs opened the back door and stepped into the garage. Wesley and
another TAC guy were out in the driveway talking. Gibbs said,  Wes? and watched him look
this way.
 Sir?
 Ms. Baker s ready to go home.
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Wesley had the radio tuned to a top-forty station before they were out of the drive. He asked
Kathy if she wanted something else. She said no, that s fine. But then reached over and turned
down the volume.
They were on Southern Boulevard before he said,  So you re a friend of the judge s, huh?
She shrugged, her mind on something else.
 You want my opinion, he s too old for you.
 He is, Kathy said.  You ever stay at his house?
 You mean, on security detail? Every night.
 What do you have to eat?
 What do we eat?
 What kind of meals do you have? You cook or send out?
 We cook on his grill.
 You know any evidence techs?
With each question he d glance at her.
 I know every one of them.
 Would they bring pizza on a job?
 Pizza?
 Last Thursday night, at the judge s house.
 When the guy shot at him?
 Yeah, would they bring a pizza?
 You kidding? With the sheriff there?
They didn t say anything for several minutes. Wesley turned the volume up a notch. Coming
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