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years younger. It must be one of those yin-yang things, Gloria had said.
                  Now Gloria said to Rusty, “I gave him the cabin and he was happy. He didn’t contest a thing, just signed the papers. We’ve never been mad at each other. He just has this split personality thing happened when he turned thirty-eight.”
                  “Wait, Gloria. You just up and gave him your father’s old cabin?”
                  “Yes.”
                  “That’s one prime waterfront lot.” It was just south of the marina. The first piece of river property her daddy owned. Prime real estate. Everything south of the marina all the way to the Tennessee was known as the Elk Riviera.
                  “Glad to cut the financial ties for that. It was a bargain. Speaking of intriguing. Have you been to that cabin lately?”
                  “No.”
                  “Looks like a command post. All the electronic shit he’s got in there. I think he’s getting back into that clandestine stuff I suspect he was into before he came to Travertine County.”
                  “He was in the CIA?”
                  “I think he might have worked for them. A contract spy. And big international corporate intrigue. I think his looks and personality and knowledge of electronics made him a natural. I think his little romance with river life at little Clear Springs, Alabama, is over.”
                  “Well, good on doing whatever you had to do.”
                  “Yes. Enough of talking about Al.”
                  Rusty put his hand between her knees and then slid his hand slowly and gently toward her crotch. He didn’t have any strong intentions in his action. He just didn’t want to offend her by not taking advantage of the moment.
                  Gloria paid no attention to his hand. Acted like it wasn’t there. She said, “Speaking of Clear Springs. That’s where I need to be right now. That Catfish Rodeo has me in high water.”
                  She squeezed her legs together. “You owe me a date, Rusty.”
                  “Owe you a date?”
                  “Yes, you said if last night worked out we’d go out on a date.”
                  “Yes, last night worked out well for me. Where do you want to go on this date?”
                  “To a Broadway play.”
                  “I’m supposed to take you to New York City?”
                  “No. There’s some on tour to Birmingham, Nashville, Mobile.”
                  “We’ll go, Gloria.”
                  “I got that wedding tomorrow. Sunday I got Mama and Glenda. After the catfish rodeo’s over.”
                  “All right. After the mud settles on all that, we’ll go.”

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
    After Gloria left, Rusty wrote a note to the catfish man, jotted down his cellphone number, told him to call. He put the note in an envelope, printed “To Catfish Man” on it. He would tape it to his door when he left.
                  Used to Rusty was different. Nowadays he didn’t give a shit. He didn’t like being on the worrying side of something, waiting for somebody. He had the man’s money. To hell with him. Let him show up when he wanted the money back.
                  Rusty heard the door downstairs creak open this time. Then footsteps. A man’s. Not Sammy or the Catfish King. Too light and quick.
                  Soon, there was an image on the other side of the translucent glass, then a knock.
                  Rusty went over and opened the door. There stood a slim, sleek six foot black man he knew to be Melvin Waters. Waters must have been in his thirties and had an athlete’s build.