officer,â he said.
âOkay, so Cord got in trouble.â
Becker didnât comment. We pulled into the parking lot of my motel. Becker stopped by the front door. We sat for a moment in silence.
âThese are important people, probably the most important people in Columbia County,â Becker said. âWalter Clive is a personal friend of the sheriff of Columbia County, who I work for.â
âYou mentioned that,â I said.
âSo I donât want you going down to the Bath House Bar and Grill and nosing around there, asking questions about Cord Wyatt.â
âI can see why you wouldnât,â I said. âThat the gay scene in Lamarr?â
âSuch as it is,â Becker said. âTedy Sapp, bouncer down there, used to be a deputy of mine, spells it with one d in Tedy, and two p âs in Sapp. When you donât go down there like I told you not to, I donât want you talking to him or mentioning my name.â
âSure,â I said. âStay away from the Bath House Bar and Grill, and donât talk to Sapp the bouncer. Where is it located so I can be sure not to go near it?â
âMechanic Street.â
âIâll be careful,â I said.
We sat for a while longer in silence.
âThe family is peculiar,â I said.
âAnd the horse shooting is peculiar,â Becker said.
âWhat does this suggest?â I said.
âCanât imagine,â Becker said.
FIFTEEN
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T HE B ATH H OUSE Bar and Grill had a Bud Light sign in its front window with a neon tube image of Spuds McKenzie looking raffish and thirsty. The room was air-conditioned. There was a bar the length of the room across the back. There were tables in front of the bar. Along the right wall there was a small dance floor, with a raised platform for live performances. At the moment the music, Bette Midler singing something I didnât recognize, was from a big old-fashioned Wurlitzer jukebox next to the door. Behind the bar was a chalkboard with the nightâs by-the-glass wine selections, and a list of bar food specials. In the late afternoon, the bar was about half occupied and there were people at several of the tables. It was like any other place where people went to avoid being alone, except that all the customers were men.
The bartender had a crew cut and a mustache and atan. He was wearing a dark green polo shirt and chino pants. I ordered a draft beer.
âTedy around?â I said.
âTedy?â
âTedy Sapp,â I said.
âTable over there.â The bartender nodded. âWith the muscles.â
Tedy was wearing the Bath House uniformâgreen polo shirt, chino pants, and a tan. His hair was colored the aggressively artificial blond color that musicians and ballplayers were affecting that year. It was cut very short. He was a flagrant bodybuilder. About my size, and probably about my weight. He was chiseled and cut and buffed like a piece of statuary. I picked up my beer.
âThatâll be three and a quarter,â the bartender said.
I put a five on the bar and carried my beer over to Tedyâs table. He looked up, moving his eyes without moving his head. He had the easy manner of someone who was confident that he could knock you on your ass. He had a cup of coffee in front of him on the table, and a copy of the Atlanta Constitution was folded next to it.
âMy nameâs Spenser,â I said. âDalton Becker mentioned you to me.â
âBeckerâs a good guy,â Sapp said.
His voice carried a whisper of hoarseness. He gestured at an empty chair, and I sat down.
âYou used to work for Becker,â I said.
âUsed to work for Becker,â he said. âDeputy sheriff. âFore that I was in the Armyâairborne. Lifted weights. Karate. Married. Trying as hard as I could to be straight.â
âAnd you werenât,â I said.
âNope. Wasnât, am not now. Doesnât look
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