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Dick had fished off Cape Cod, Maine, and Nova Scotia. All that was more or less the same, or at least understandably different. The West Indies was another planet. The air smelled different, touched his skin like silk. The water was the same salt water, but the colors were different, greens and blues he’d never seen. The movies and magazines hadn’t prepared him. And it made him uneasy that he had very little idea what kind of bottom or what kind of deep the waters hid. The whole thing left Dick in a daze. They’d finally worked it out that Dick would put in the first part of the evening with Parker, then he’d turn in early and have the first part of the day to himself. Dick most often took the twelve-foot dinghy and just poked around, caught a few fish, turned them back.
    Dick went along happily when Parker took on a couple of tourists he’d met in a bar. They paid five hundred bucks for two days and a night of fishing and gunk holing. Parker gave Dick 40 percent. That was fine with Dick, Parker was the ace at dealing with strangers. Dick did the work of keeping things shipshape, set up the fishing rods. Parker did the patter.
    Parker and he finally delivered the boat to the manager of a yacht club. A day late, no problem. But then Parker cashed in the plane tickets, got them passage to Florida with another guy he met in a bar. Parker showed Dick the bus station in Miami and split. But Dick had four hundred cash in his pocket and all he had to worry about was May being sore at him because he got back a week late.
    Though there
was
that one other little detail. A month passed and Parker had showed up on Dick’s front porch. Dick knew what Parker wanted. Dick said, “I threw those old boots out, if that’s what you’re here for.” Dick had discovered them in the bottom of his sea bag, the name
Jimenez, J.
stenciled in ink on the canvas lining.
    Parker laughed and said, “No, you didn’t.”
    “I tried them on, they didn’t fit, I chucked them.”
    Parker nodded and smiled.
    Dick said, “Besides, the heels had broke off.”
    Parker said, “There you go, you got the right idea but you came out wrong. Bring the boots, I’ll show you.”
    Dick got the boots and Parker slit the canvas lining and fished out a handful of flat plastic pouches.
    Dick said, “What is that? Because if that’s heroin—”
    “Dickey-bird. Never go near it. This is just a little toot, is all this is. If anyone had’ve looked, these here boots belong to Jimenez, I’d’ve spoken up. As it is, we’re still sixty-forty, and I’m here to pay my debt.”
    Dick said, “No thank you.”
    Parker thought a while. He said, “Look, one out of three, maybe one out of two crews has someone doing coke when they’re out there pulling pots ten, twenty hours straight. You know that. I’m not hanging around some schoolyard with this stuff. So that couldn’t be the problem. Now, I did use you a little, you’ve got a fair gripe about that, but on the other hand I know what I’m doing and you were being what I’d have to call real slow. So I used your rugged good looks, you know, your grim Yankee manner. But I’ll tell you, I’m not crazy and I’m not greedy. Keep it simple, keep it small.” He pulled out a roll of twenties and counted out ten of them. Dick did the math in his head. “Five hundred bucks for that?”
    Parker said, “Roughly. I don’t sell on the street. You want to come along when I—”
    “No. I wasn’t doubting you.”
    “Oh, I get you. Yes, it is amazing. That’s what does people in, it’s so goddamn amazing. That’s why I don’t do more. This little, even if someone mentioned it to someone, it could be just a little recreational use. Now,
dealers
, dealers get eat up, and not just by the Coast Guard. They eat each other. Users are small fry. So we’ll stay small.”
    That “we” set off a caution light. Dick hadn’t gone south again. He’d helped Parker move boats—motor yachts, sailboats—anywhere