Fallen Honor: A Jesse McDermitt Novel (Caribbean Adventure Series Book 7) by Wayne Stinnett
Authors: Wayne Stinnett
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to look sultry.
Byers put the flame from his lighter to the small bowl at the end of the tube, heating it quickly and handing it to her. She put the pipe to her lips and Byers dropped the little rock in. It immediately vaporized, filling the bowl and stem with bluish-white smoke, as she gently rolled the glass tube back and forth between her finger and thumb. In one long drag she’d spent the whole rock and handed the pipe back to Byers. She leaned her head back, holding her breath and stroking her heavy breasts.
Byers watched her hungrily as he deftly reheated the bowl and dropped another rock in the pipe for himself. The cellophane-wrapped rocks and glass stem quickly went back into his pocket as he unbuckled his jeans and hastily pulled them down.
A few minutes later, Tiffany staggered along the dock, laughing uncontrollably and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Byers hurriedly pulled up his jeans and went after her.
He caught her arm and said angrily, “I didn’t get my money’s worth!”
“Sure ya did,” Tiffany replied, jerking her arm away and producing a switchblade out of nowhere. The blade flicked open with a snap, the steel glinting in the moonlight.
“You paid, I did my thing and you did yours. End of transaction.” She laughed again at the ugly little man, attracting the attention of several people on the main dock. Loud enough for them to hear, she added, “I guess a dick that little just can’t last very long. That’s gotta be the tiniest one I’ve ever seen.” With a wary eye over her shoulder, Tiffany hurried back to the parking lot, laughing all the way.
Embarrassed and dejected, several people on the docks whispering and pointing at him, Byers tried to go after her. But she’d disappeared and he again cursed himself. Angry now, he stalked off through the parking lot in front of the Half Shell Raw Bar, unaware of the large black man that had been standing in a darkened part of the dock when the hooker had ridiculed him. The black man stayed to the shadows as he followed Byers discreetly.
A s they drove slowly through Big Pine Key, Erik glanced over at GT. “Aside from being short, the description the fat guy gave doesn’t match Grabowski at all, boss.”
Sitting in the passenger seat, GT was still pissed about those people getting the best of him. And worst of all, he and Erik were now unarmed. GT felt naked without a gun in his shoulder holster.
“One of three things,” GT surmised. “Grabowski either dumped his wallet and somebody found it, or he got robbed. If it’s one of those, we’re on a wild-goose chase. Third thing, Grabowski has a partner and the partner has his plastic. We find him, maybe we find Grabowski.”
Just then, the phone in his pocket played a Beyoncé song. When he pulled it out and saw who it was, he hit the accept button and said, “Give me some good news, Stewie.”
After a moment, he said, “Hang on. Let me write that down.” Fishing his notepad and pen from his inside jacket pocket, he told his computer hacker to go ahead. He wrote the information down and, without another word, ended the call.
“Step on it, Erik. The ugly dude with Grabowski’s card just checked in to a cheap motel on Stock Island.” Digging around in the detritus from three days on the road, he pulled out a map of the Florida Keys. “Stock Island’s the last one before Key West.”
Erik accelerated, but kept it just a little above the ridiculously low speed limit. Within a mile, they saw blue flashing lights ahead. A cop had a car pulled over and was pointing to a sign right in front of the car, ranting at the driver.
The sign read, Endangered Key Deer Next Three Miles .
“Keep it at the speed limit. That’s the third cop I’ve seen since coming off that long-ass bridge. These guys take shit to another level with them deers.”
Erik nodded, slowing the big SUV to forty-five as they passed the cop car. Once off Big Pine Key, he accelerated to sixty, slowing
Byers put the flame from his lighter to the small bowl at the end of the tube, heating it quickly and handing it to her. She put the pipe to her lips and Byers dropped the little rock in. It immediately vaporized, filling the bowl and stem with bluish-white smoke, as she gently rolled the glass tube back and forth between her finger and thumb. In one long drag she’d spent the whole rock and handed the pipe back to Byers. She leaned her head back, holding her breath and stroking her heavy breasts.
Byers watched her hungrily as he deftly reheated the bowl and dropped another rock in the pipe for himself. The cellophane-wrapped rocks and glass stem quickly went back into his pocket as he unbuckled his jeans and hastily pulled them down.
A few minutes later, Tiffany staggered along the dock, laughing uncontrollably and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Byers hurriedly pulled up his jeans and went after her.
He caught her arm and said angrily, “I didn’t get my money’s worth!”
“Sure ya did,” Tiffany replied, jerking her arm away and producing a switchblade out of nowhere. The blade flicked open with a snap, the steel glinting in the moonlight.
“You paid, I did my thing and you did yours. End of transaction.” She laughed again at the ugly little man, attracting the attention of several people on the main dock. Loud enough for them to hear, she added, “I guess a dick that little just can’t last very long. That’s gotta be the tiniest one I’ve ever seen.” With a wary eye over her shoulder, Tiffany hurried back to the parking lot, laughing all the way.
Embarrassed and dejected, several people on the docks whispering and pointing at him, Byers tried to go after her. But she’d disappeared and he again cursed himself. Angry now, he stalked off through the parking lot in front of the Half Shell Raw Bar, unaware of the large black man that had been standing in a darkened part of the dock when the hooker had ridiculed him. The black man stayed to the shadows as he followed Byers discreetly.
A s they drove slowly through Big Pine Key, Erik glanced over at GT. “Aside from being short, the description the fat guy gave doesn’t match Grabowski at all, boss.”
Sitting in the passenger seat, GT was still pissed about those people getting the best of him. And worst of all, he and Erik were now unarmed. GT felt naked without a gun in his shoulder holster.
“One of three things,” GT surmised. “Grabowski either dumped his wallet and somebody found it, or he got robbed. If it’s one of those, we’re on a wild-goose chase. Third thing, Grabowski has a partner and the partner has his plastic. We find him, maybe we find Grabowski.”
Just then, the phone in his pocket played a Beyoncé song. When he pulled it out and saw who it was, he hit the accept button and said, “Give me some good news, Stewie.”
After a moment, he said, “Hang on. Let me write that down.” Fishing his notepad and pen from his inside jacket pocket, he told his computer hacker to go ahead. He wrote the information down and, without another word, ended the call.
“Step on it, Erik. The ugly dude with Grabowski’s card just checked in to a cheap motel on Stock Island.” Digging around in the detritus from three days on the road, he pulled out a map of the Florida Keys. “Stock Island’s the last one before Key West.”
Erik accelerated, but kept it just a little above the ridiculously low speed limit. Within a mile, they saw blue flashing lights ahead. A cop had a car pulled over and was pointing to a sign right in front of the car, ranting at the driver.
The sign read, Endangered Key Deer Next Three Miles .
“Keep it at the speed limit. That’s the third cop I’ve seen since coming off that long-ass bridge. These guys take shit to another level with them deers.”
Erik nodded, slowing the big SUV to forty-five as they passed the cop car. Once off Big Pine Key, he accelerated to sixty, slowing
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