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perform for Chickasaw Charlie."
    And the two guys, Dennis hoped, were left behind.
    He said, "Yeah, well, Charlie's a good guy. You try your arm over there?"
    "I threw some," Robert said. "But I think that radar machine the man has favors him. You know what I'm saying? Except I don't see how he'd work it. You know, set the speed up for when he throws. So I give him the benefit, say fine, this old man can still hum it in-till I study what he might be doing."
    "You're staying here a while?"
    "Haven't decided how long. Came down from Detroit."
    "Try your luck, huh?"
    "We got casinos in Detroit. No, you have to have a good reason to come to Mississippi, and losing my money ain't one of 'em."
    He let that hang, but Dennis wasn't going to touch it-as much as he wanted to know what the guy was up to. He didn't like the feeling he had. He said, "You know Charlie pitched for Detroit in a World Series?"
    "Uh-huh, he told me. Went in and struck out the side."
    "Well, listen," Dennis said, "I gotta get going. It was nice meeting you."
    They shook hands and he walked off, reached the door to go inside and heard Robert behind him, Robert saying, "I meant to ask you, you don't stay at the hotel, do you?"
    Dennis held the door for him. "I'm at a private home, in Tunica. I rent a room."
    Robert said, "I thought you might be staying in town. You ever run into a man name Kirkbride?"
    "I've only been here a week."
    "WalterKirkbride. Man has a business over in Corinth, makes these mobile homes aren't mobile. They called manufactured homes, come in pieces and you put 'em together on your lot, where you want. There's one called the Vicksburg has like slave quarters in back, where you keep your lawn mower and shit. There's one, a log cabin-I know it ain't called the Lincoln Log, this man Kirkbride's all the way Southron." Robert telling this to Dennis following him along a back hall.
    Dennis said, "If he lives in Corinth-"
    "I forgot to mention, he's putting up like a trailer park of these homes near Tunica he calls Southern Living Village. For people work at the casinos. Kirkbride stays in one he uses for his office."
    "You want to see him about work?"
    Robert said, "I look like I drive nails, do manual fuckin labor?"
    With a different tone, sounding like a touchy black guy who believes he's been disrespected, and it rubbed Dennis hard the wrong way. Shit, all he was doing was making conversation. He didn't look at Robert as they came to the employees' entrance; Dennis pushed through the glass door and let Robert catch it, coming behind him.
    Outside on the curb Dennis turned to him in the overhead light. He said, "I'll believe whatever you tell me, Robert, 'cause it doesn't make one fuckin bit of difference to me why you're here. Okay?"
    He got a good look at the guy now in his pale yellow slacks and silky shirt that was dark brown and had a design in it that looked Chinese, the shirt open to his chest, the gold chain ... the guy giving him kind of a sly look now saying, "So you come alive, the real Dennis Lenahan , huh?" Robert's mild tone back in place.
    "We out there talking I feel you hanging back. I'm thinking, a man that puts his ass on the line every time he goes off, why's he worried about me, what I saw? Ask was it from my window. Did I get a good look at the ones watching you."
    "I never asked you that."
    "It's what you meant, what you wanted to know. How much did I see of what was going on. One thing I did wonder about-the man that was working for you all day? I see him finish up. I go in the bathroom, take a quick shower, I come out he's gone. Now those redneck dudes by the tank are talking to you. I'm thinking, what happened to your helper? He didn't want to see you dive?"
    Dennis said, "You know who he is?" feeling his way, but ready to give up the two guys if he had to.
    Robert shook his head. "Never saw him before."
    "Then why're you asking about him?"
    "I thought it was funny he seem to disappear."
    "You don't do manual labor,"