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〃What's the matter？〃 he said。
〃Thank God you're home。 I tried to reach you at work； but you had already left。 e here。 Quick。〃 She took him by the hand and led him past the back door to the shed where they kept the garbage cans。 〃In there；〃 she said； pointing to a can。 〃Look。〃
Brody removed the lid from the can。 Lying in a twisted heap atop a bag of garbage was Sean's cat … a big； husky tom named Frisky。 The cat's head had been twisted pletely around； and the yellow eyes over… looked its back。
〃How the hell did that happen？〃 said Brody。 〃A car？〃
〃No； a man。〃 Ellen's breath came in sobs。 〃A man did it to him。 Sean was right there when it happened。 The man got out of a car over by the curb。 He picked up the eat and twisted its head until the neck broke。 Scan said it made a horrible snap。 Then he dropped the cat on the lawn and got back in his car and drove away。〃
〃Did he say anything？〃
〃I don't know。 Sean's inside。 He's hysterical； and I don't blame him。 Martin； what's happening？〃
Brody slammed the top back on the can。 〃God damn sonofabitch！〃 he said。 His throat felt tight； and he clenched his teeth； popping the muscles on both sides of his jaw。
〃Let's go inside。〃
Five minutes later； Brody marched out the back door。 He tore the lid off the garbage can and threw it aside。 He reached in and pulled out the cat's corpse。 He took it to his car； pitched it through the open window； and climbed in。 He backed out of the driveway and screeched away。 A hundred yards down the road； in a burst of fury； he turned on his siren。 It took him only a couple of minutes to reach Vaughan's house； a large； Tudor…style stone mansion on Sprain Drive； just off Scotch Road。 He got out of the car； dragging the dead cat by one of its hind legs； mounted the front steps； and rang the bell。 He hoped Eleanor Vaughan wouldn't answer the door。
The door opened； and Vaughan said； 〃Hello； Martin。 I。。。〃
Brody raised the eat and pushed it toward Vaughan's face。 〃What about this； you cocksucker？〃 Vaughan's eyes widened。 〃What do you mean？ I don't know what you're talking about？〃
〃One of your friends did this。 Right in my front yard； right in front of my kid。 They murdered my fucking cat！ Did you tell them to do that？〃
〃Don't be crazy； Martin。〃 Vaughan seemed genuinely shocked。 〃I'd never do anything like that。 Never。〃
Brody lowered the cat and said； 〃Did you call your friends after I left？〃
〃Well。。。 yes。 But just to say that the beaches would be open tomorrow。〃
〃That's all you said？〃
〃Yes。 Why？〃
〃You lying fuck！〃 Brody hit Vaughan in the chest with the cat and let it fall to the floor。 〃You know what the guy said after he strangled my eat？ You know what he told my eight…year…old boy？〃
〃No。 Of course I don't know。 How would I know？〃
〃He said the same thing you did。 He said： 'Tell your old man this … 〃Be subtle。〃
Brody turned and walked down the steps； leaving Vaughan standing over the gnarled bundle of bone and fur。
Chapter 10
Friday was cloudy； with scattered light showers； and the only people who swam were a young couple who took a quick dip early in the morning just as Brody's man arrived at the beach。 Hooper patrolled for six hours and saw nothing。 On Friday night Brody called the Coast Guard for a weather report。 He wasn't sure what he hoped to hear。 He knew he should wish for beautiful weather for the three…day holiday weekend。 It would bring people to Amity and if nothing happened； if nothing was sighted； by Tuesday he might begin to believe the shark had gone。 If nothing happened。 Privately； he would have weled a three…day blow that would keep the beaches clear over the weekend。 Either way； he begged his personal deities not to let anything happen。
He wanted Hooper to go back to Woods Hole。 It was not just that Hooper was always there； the expert voice to contradict his caution。 Brody sensed that somehow Hooper had e into his home。 He knew Ellen had talked to Hooper since the party： young Martin had mentioned something about the possibility of Hooper taking them on a beach picnic to look for shells。 Then there was that business on Wednesday。 Ellen had said she was sick； and she certainly had looked worn out when he came home。 But where had Hooper been that day？ Why had he been so evasive when Brody had asked him about it？ For the first time in his married life； Brody was wondering； and the wondering filled him with an unfortable ambivalence … self…reproach for questioning Ellen； and fear that there might actually be something to wonder about。
The weather report was for clear and sunny； southwest winds five to ten knots。
Well； Brody thought； maybe that's for the best。 If we have a good weekend and nobody gets hurt； maybe I can believe。 And Hooper's sure to leave。
Brody had said he would call Hooper as soon as he talked to the Coast Guard。 He was standing at the kitchen phone。 Ellen was washing the supper dishes。 Brody knew Hooper was staying at the Abelard Arms。 He saw the phone book buried beneath a pile of bills； note pads； and ic books on the kitchen counter。 He started to reach for it； then stopped。 〃I have to call Hooper；〃 he said。 〃You know where the phone book is？〃
〃It's six…five…four…three；〃 said Ellen。
〃What is？〃
〃The Abelard。 That's the number： six…five…four…three。〃 〃How do you know？〃
〃I have a memory for phone numbers。 You know that。 I always have。〃
He did know it； and he cursed himself for playing stupid tricks。 He dialed the number。
〃Abelard Arms。〃 It was a male voice； young。 The night clerk。
〃Matt Hooper's room； please。〃
〃You don't happen to know the room number； sir？〃
〃No。〃 Brody cupped his hand over the mouthpiece and said to Ellen； 〃You don't happen to know the room number； do you？〃
She looked at him； and for a second she didn't answer。 Then she shook her head。
The clerk said； 〃Here it is。 Four…oh…five。〃
The phone rang twice before Hooper answered。
〃This is Brody。〃
〃Yeah。 Hi。〃
Brody faced the wall； trying to imagine what the room looked like。 He conjured visions of a small dark garret； a rumpled bed； stains on the sheets； the smells of rut。
He felt； briefly； that he was going out of his mind。 〃I guess we're on for tomorrow；〃 he said。
〃The weather report is good。〃
〃Yeah； I know。〃
〃Then I'll see you down at the dock。〃
〃What time？〃
〃Nine…thirty； I guess。 Nobody's going to go swim… ruing before then。〃
〃Okay。 Nine…thirty。〃
〃Fine。 Oh hey； by the way；〃 Brody said； 〃how did things work out with Daisy Wicker？〃
〃What？〃
Brody wished he hadn't asked the question。 〃Nothing。 I was just curious。 You know； about whether you two hit it off。〃
〃Well。。。 yeah； now that you mention it。 Is that part of your job； to check up on people's sex life？〃
〃Forget it。 Forget I ever mentioned it。〃 He hung up the phone。 Liar； he thought。
What the hell is going on here？ He turned to Ellen。 〃I meant to ask you； Martin said something about a beach picnic。