“Someday,” Joe Winder said, “if the bastards leave it alone.”
Stretching toward the horizon was a ribbon of lights from the cars sitting bumper-to-bumper on County Road 905—the exodus of tourists from the Amazing Kingdom. Winder wondered if Skink had waited long enough to make his big move.
He listened for the distant sound of sirens as he moved through the shallows, following the shoreline south. The warm hug of the tide soothed the pain in his chest. He pointed at a pair of spotted leopard rays, pushing twin wakes.
“What else do you see?” Carrie said.
“Turtles. Jellyfish. A pretty girl with no shoes.” He kissed her on the neck.
“How far can we go like this?” she asked.
“Big Pine, Little Torch, all the way to Key West if you want.”
She laughed. “Joe, that’s a hundred miles.” She kicked playfully into the deeper water. “It feels so good.”
“You sang beautifully tonight. Watch out for the coral.”
When Carrie stood up, the water came to her chin. Blowing bubbles, she said, “I didn’t know you liked opera.”
“I hate opera,” Winder said, “but you made it wonderful.”
She splashed after him, but he swam away.
They didn’t leave the ocean until the road was clear and the island was dark. They agreed it would be best to get out of Monroe County for a while, so they took Card Sound Road toward the mainland. The pavement felt cool under their feet. They wanted to hold hands, but it hampered their ability to defend themselves against the swarming mosquitoes. Every few minutes Winder would stop walking and check the sky for a change in the light. One time he was sure he heard a helicopter.
Carrie said, “What’s your feeling about all this?”
“Meaning Kingsbury and the whole mess.”
“Exactly.”
“There’s thousands more where he came from.”
“Oh, brother,” Carrie said. “I was hoping you’d gotten it all out of your system.”
“Never,” said Winder, “but I’m open to suggestions.”
“All right, here’s one: Orlando.”
“God help us.”
“Now wait a second, Joe. They’re shooting commercials at those new studios up there. I’ve got my first audition lined up for next week.”
“What kind of commercial?”
“The point is, it’s national exposure.”
“Promise me something,” Winder said. “Promise it’s not one of those personal-hygiene products.”
“Fabric softener. The script’s not bad, all things considered.”
“And will there be singing?”
“No singing,” Carrie said, picking up the pace. “They’ve got newspapers in Orlando, don’t they?”
“Oh no, you don’t.”
“It’d be good for you, Joe. Write about the important things, whatever pisses you off. Just write something. Otherwise you’ll make me crazy, and I’ll wind up killing you in your sleep.”
The Card Sound Bridge rose steeply ahead. A handful of crabbers and snapper fishermen sleepily tended slack lines. Joe and Carrie took the sidewalk. For some reason she stopped and gave him a long kiss.
Halfway up the rise, she tugged on his hand and told him to turn around.
There it was: the eastern sky aglow, fat clouds roiling unnaturally under a pulsing halo of wild pink and orange. Baleful columns of tarry smoke rose from the Amazing Kingdom of Thrills.
Joe Winder whistled in amazement. “There’s arson,” he said, “and then there’s arson.”
Bud Schwartz and Danny Pogue were surprised to find Molly McNamara wide awake, propped up with a stack of thin hospital pillows. She was brushing her snowy hair and reading the New Republic when the burglars arrived.
“Pacemaker,” Molly reported. “A routine procedure.”
“You look so good,” said Danny Pogue. “Bud, don’t she look good?”
“Hush now,” Molly said. “Sit down here, the news is coming on. There’s a story you’ll both find interesting.” Without being asked, Danny Pogue switched the television to Channel 10, Molly’s favorite.
Bud Schwartz marveled at the old woman in bed. Days earlier, she had seemed so weak and withered and close to death. Now the gray eyes were as sharp as a hawk’s, her cheeks shone, and her voice rang strong with maternal authority.
She said, “Danny, did you get the bullets?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He handed Molly the yellow box.
“These are.22-longs,” she said. “I needed shorts. That’s what the gun takes.”