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.Crane spent the half-hour drive trying to read the prop Dinh had found for him, a copy of Poker forWomen by Mike Caro.The advice in the book struck him as sound, but of course there was no chapteron Assumption.The stacked Lombardy Zeroth deck bulked in his white patent-leather purse like a chamberedautomatic with the safety off.When at last the cab pulled into the marina parking lot, Crane looked at his new gold chain-linkwatch; it was only four-thirty.He hoped Leon was letting players come aboard this early, for he didn'twant to have to wander around.He could sit in a bar, but he shuddered at the thought that someonemight try to pick him up."Fifty dollars, dearie," said the driver.Crane paid him without speaking again and got out.He walked past the grocery store and the bait shop toward the docks, resisting the impulse to holdhis arms out from his sides for balance; walking in high heels on pebbly asphalt was as awkward aswalking with ice skates on, and he could feel stage fright sweat rolling down his ribs under his cottondress.Diana and Nardie had also had to buy a linen dress because Diana handled it, but he hadn't beenable to wear it because of the black marks where she'd touched it.The long white houseboat was moored at the same slip it had occupied twenty-one years ago.Cranestood and stared at it, breathing through his open mouth.Full circle, he thought.Back again, goes around comes around, dog to its vomit, criminal to the sceneof the crime.He flexed his chilly hands and breathed deeply.Three grizzled old fishermen were carrying rods and tackle boxes up from the docks, and they staredat Crane as they walked past him."There's your date, Joey!" one of them muttered."What's the matter, Ed," put in another, "don't you say hi to your mom no more?"Crane could hear them snorting with suppressed laughter behind him, and he started tottering forwardon the clumsy shoes, his face burning under the makeup.A white El Camino was backed up to the slip, and two young men were unloading open-toppedboxes of liquor and soft drinks.Crane looked at the pickup's flank as he approached and was notsurprised to see that the El and the capital C had been pried off.Looks like the Amino Acids have founda new King to serve, he thought.One of them looked up and saw Crane."Jeezzm," he said, almost respectfully."Can I help you,Sweet-cheeks?"Crane had always been good at doing a Brooklyn accent, and he put it on now."I come to playPoker," he said, waving the Caro book."That's what this is all about," said the young man, "and you're in plenty of time.There's only sixaboard so far.Just step through the detector."Crane noticed the two upright plastic poles set up on the dock."Is that a metal detector?" he asked."Sho' nuff."Oh well, Crane thought, I'm not here to make a big bankroll that someone might want to hijack, and Ican't let them go through my purse and find the Lombardy Zeroth deck.He reached into his purse andcarefully pulled out his.357 by the barrel and held the Pachmayr grips toward the young man."I supposethis would set it off.""Goddamn." The Amino Acid took the gun from Crane."Yeah, that would, sister.What were youplanning to do, exactly?""Just self-protection," said Crane."A girl can't be too careful in these parts.""Well, you can have it back when you disembark.And if you come back again, leave it at home."Crane stepped through the metal detector and set off no alarms, then crossed slowly to the edge ofthe dock and took hold of the boat rail cringing at the sight of his red-painted nails and managed tostep across onto the stern deck.Footsteps sounded to his right, and he looked up to see his host standing outside the lounge doorway.Both men flinched.Georges Leon was still in the body Crane had hit this morning.A thick white bandage rode above theleft eyebrow, disarranging the perfectly moussed brown hair, and the eye below it was a glittering sliverbetween swollen, pewter-colored lids.His slim, muscular-looking body was wearing a tailored white suit,and the gold sun disk still hung over his heart, and Crane could only imagine how much the man mustresent the gross injury that ruined the elegant effect.And he could only imagine what the man thought of this newly arrived player.Crane had resolutelylooked at himself in the mirror after Diana and Nardie had got through with him, and he knew that thedress and makeup and socks-stuffed bra were an effective disguise but did not make him look much likea woman."My name is Art Hanari," said his host.His voice was a rich baritone.Crane realized that he had not thought of a name for himself."I'm Dichotomy Jones," he said atrandom.Leon was nodding, not happily."You've come to play?""Yessir! Something called Assumption, I heard?""Yes." Leon's distaste for the spectacle that was Crane was evident in the curl of his upper lip."It'ssort of Eight-Card Stud ""Somebody already explained it to me," interrupted Crane."I'm ready to play.""Go on in and sit down.Have a drink, if you like, and there'll be a buffet soon.We should havethirteen players before long, and then we'll get under way."Crane got a glass of soda water and lime from the young man no doubt another of the AminoAcids who was tending the bar, and he took it to a chair in the corner away from the big round table.Now that he was here, sober and prepared at least to the best of his abilities, he felt relaxed, almostcontented.Some sleight of hand would be required when he got the deal and had to switch the cold deckin and do the pull-through shuffle and the table shift to negate the cut, and these cards were bigger thannormal playing cards, but Ozzie had taught the young Scott how to do those moves smoothly before hewas ten years old, and he had no doubt that his hands remembered the skills; Ozzie had neverrecommended cheating, but had believed that a good Poker player should know all the ways it's done.The six other people in the lounge were younger than he was: a couple of out-of-town executive typesin suits, several denim-clad men who might be professional players, and two young women sitting on acouch, watching the television set hung over the bar.Crane wondered what they thought of this batteredold transvestite, and what they would think if they knew he was there, among other things, to save theirlives.He opened the Caro book and began absentmindedly reading about Five-Card Draw.CHAPTER 46We're Now ThirteenSeveral more people arrived singly over the next hour, and then four came shuffling and mumblingaboard at once.Crane looked up, and recognized the one among the newcomers who was not young.The face was a hard couple of decades older, but was still recognizable & Newt, that was the name, theman he and Ozzie had played Five-Stud with at the Mint in 1969, the man who had then met Crane atthe Horseshoe and driven him here on that terrible long-ago evening.Apparently Newt was a procurerfor Leon.Leon followed them in, and Crane heard the boat's engines start up."We're now thirteen," Leon said, sitting down at the table and reverently laying a wooden box downon it."Let's play cards."The boat surged as it moved out onto the face of the twilit lake.The way Crane had stacked his Lombardy Zeroth deck required that he sit at Leon's right, and he gotto that seat a second ahead of one of the young women.Leon gave Crane a cold look but let him sitthere."Hundred-dollar ante," said Leon, "and then it's two hundred a bet, and then there's the mating, atwhich time you can bid for a hand or sell yours [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]