![]() ![]() The drug made him feel jittery and cold in the stiff ocean wind. In the shadow of the boat house, he had some more cocaine. ![]() Walker climbed from the car and asked the driver to park it out of the way. Lu Anne walked straight to the lighted pier and stood next to the fuel pumps, looking out across the gulf. ![]() They had driven to Benson’s pursuing the illusion of escape. That night, at the hotel, there had been a party at which bad things had been said and Walker had been knocked down. They were both long married to other, absent people. Nearly that long before, he had written a screenplay for her based on Kate Chopin’s The Awakening, It was being filmed now, near the hotel from which they had come. The woman on the seat beside him was an actress named Lu Anne Bourgeois whom he had not seen for ten years. Walker had slept a light cokey sleep, full of theatrical nightmares that had his sons in them. ![]() In the early hours of the morning, their car turned into Benson’s and pulled up beside his dock. Benson ran a pair of light aircraft for long distance transportation and fish spotting. At Benson’s there was a large, comfortable ranchhouse in the Sonoran style, a few fast powerboats rigged for big game fishing and a small air strip. At the final curve of its eastward loop, a dirt track led from the highway toward the shore, ending at a well-appointed fishing resort called Benson’s Marina. Ten miles to the south, the road on which they drove turned inland, crossed the mountains on the spine of Baja, and ran for thirty miles within sight of the Sea of Cortez. ![]()
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