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Show page 106 "When Cora returns with the two men, call me," he said, and turned ax-Tay, toward Mamie;'s. Mamie was serving breakfast to three t o u r i s t s . Miles gazed out the window u n t i l she was free. "Yankees," Mamie said. "Always with maps, like they don't know where they a r e ." "Where's King?" Mamie nodded toxvard the kitchen. Miles was having a coffee with King when Lonnie came in and told him that Cora had returned, alone, towing the 40-footer. "She go home, x^alking slowly, Miles. I t e l l her you're at Mamie' s ." "The men?" "Who knows? Cora told me the 40-footer has never been from dock. But I will clean i t ." Miles looked at King, turned and pushed past the tourists paying t h e i r checks and followed Lonnie to the dock. He boarded the 40-footer and looked at the blood on the railings and engine box and at a l l the evidence of a struggle. One bloody pick was stuck in the stern seat, nailing down a severed hand. There were no b u l l e t holes anywhere. "You checked them out okay?" "They were in a big hurry," Lonnie said. "I helped load the digging t o o l s , food and water can. I t ' s not my f a u l t , Miles, that they lose t h e i r minds and fight each other. They d i d n 't know how t o d i g , and r e s t , in hot weather. They carried no beer. I told them, Miles. I t ' s not my f a u l t ." |
