Fallen Honor: A Jesse McDermitt Novel (Caribbean Adventure Series Book 7) by Wayne Stinnett Page B
Authors: Wayne Stinnett
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girls, who looked like guys, who looked like hookers. So he knew they were in the right area.
“We might as well park somewhere,” GT said. “We can move just as fast on foot and split up, covering twice as much ground.”
Erik was forced to park two blocks off Duval on Truman Street. “Remember,” GT instructed, as the two walked back to Duval. “The guy’s short and ugly. The guy that said he was short and ugly was short and ugly himself. That means we’re looking for a really short, really ugly guy, with scraggly hair and a nasty smell.”
When they got to Duval Street, they split up. Erik took the right side and GT the left, as they moved north. Before splitting up, the two men agreed that with all the noise, they’d be better off sending a text message if either of them saw a guy fitting the description.
Within a block, GT realized the guy had definitely exaggerated about end-to-end fun. Everywhere he looked on this part of the street he saw mostly guys, some walking hand in hand and some even making out. Then it dawned on him what the old guy said about one end swinging one way.
Gradually, the gay bars thinned out and there were more restaurants, some of them pretty nice. Must be the family part in the middle , GT thought. He and Erik agreed that they’d just walk the street first and then start checking the numerous bars on the way back.
It seemed that most of the traffic, particularly people on foot, were heading north. Crossing Southard Street, GT looked to the left and noticed that the sun would be going down very soon.
The two men continued walking, catching sight of one another from time to time in the crowd. GT quickened his pace. Not because he was in a hurry, but because there were very few people walking toward him, and the only way he could see those going in the same direction was to overtake them.
Nearing the north end of Duval, most of the foot traffic was now on the same side that GT was walking, everyone seeming to have an urgent destination. Erik stuck out like a sore thumb on the other side, half a block behind him. At the next crossing, nearly the whole crowd of people turned left on Greene Street.
GT stopped on the corner and looked over at Erik, waiting to catch his eye. When Erik looked his way, GT motioned for him to continue up Duval, then come back down his side and follow him. Erik nodded and continued northward, as GT followed the crowd.
He soon arrived at a large open area. To his left, a giant cruise ship was docked, looming over the island and casting a long shadow over the buildings. All around the dock area ahead of him, some kind of circus or celebration was going on, the blazing sun getting closer to the horizon.
Must be a thousand people here , GT thought.
He moved toward the dock about a hundred feet ahead, figuring that he could drift down the center of the throngs of people from this end to the other, scanning both sides.
A flash of bright yellow caught his eye. A woman stood by the rail, leaning over it. She wore a very short yellow dress which the setting sun had no problem shining through. GT could clearly see the bottoms of her ass cheeks as the dress rode up. But then she turned to a guy next to her and took his hand.
Guy’s not much to look at , GT thought. How’s a guy like that score a cute little hard-body like her?
GT turned and started down the middle of the square. There were all kinds of street vendors, magicians, performers, and musicians, even a fortuneteller. They were set up all over the whole dock area, each with a hat or coffee can for people to put money in.
The phone in his pocket vibrated against GT’s leg. Taking it out, he read a message from Erik, saying he was in the square now, but didn’t see GT or the guy.
Looking over the crowd in general, he decided most of these people weren’t the type to visit hookers. A lot of them had families. As he stood in the center of the large crowd, suddenly everyone started cheering.
GT
“We might as well park somewhere,” GT said. “We can move just as fast on foot and split up, covering twice as much ground.”
Erik was forced to park two blocks off Duval on Truman Street. “Remember,” GT instructed, as the two walked back to Duval. “The guy’s short and ugly. The guy that said he was short and ugly was short and ugly himself. That means we’re looking for a really short, really ugly guy, with scraggly hair and a nasty smell.”
When they got to Duval Street, they split up. Erik took the right side and GT the left, as they moved north. Before splitting up, the two men agreed that with all the noise, they’d be better off sending a text message if either of them saw a guy fitting the description.
Within a block, GT realized the guy had definitely exaggerated about end-to-end fun. Everywhere he looked on this part of the street he saw mostly guys, some walking hand in hand and some even making out. Then it dawned on him what the old guy said about one end swinging one way.
Gradually, the gay bars thinned out and there were more restaurants, some of them pretty nice. Must be the family part in the middle , GT thought. He and Erik agreed that they’d just walk the street first and then start checking the numerous bars on the way back.
It seemed that most of the traffic, particularly people on foot, were heading north. Crossing Southard Street, GT looked to the left and noticed that the sun would be going down very soon.
The two men continued walking, catching sight of one another from time to time in the crowd. GT quickened his pace. Not because he was in a hurry, but because there were very few people walking toward him, and the only way he could see those going in the same direction was to overtake them.
Nearing the north end of Duval, most of the foot traffic was now on the same side that GT was walking, everyone seeming to have an urgent destination. Erik stuck out like a sore thumb on the other side, half a block behind him. At the next crossing, nearly the whole crowd of people turned left on Greene Street.
GT stopped on the corner and looked over at Erik, waiting to catch his eye. When Erik looked his way, GT motioned for him to continue up Duval, then come back down his side and follow him. Erik nodded and continued northward, as GT followed the crowd.
He soon arrived at a large open area. To his left, a giant cruise ship was docked, looming over the island and casting a long shadow over the buildings. All around the dock area ahead of him, some kind of circus or celebration was going on, the blazing sun getting closer to the horizon.
Must be a thousand people here , GT thought.
He moved toward the dock about a hundred feet ahead, figuring that he could drift down the center of the throngs of people from this end to the other, scanning both sides.
A flash of bright yellow caught his eye. A woman stood by the rail, leaning over it. She wore a very short yellow dress which the setting sun had no problem shining through. GT could clearly see the bottoms of her ass cheeks as the dress rode up. But then she turned to a guy next to her and took his hand.
Guy’s not much to look at , GT thought. How’s a guy like that score a cute little hard-body like her?
GT turned and started down the middle of the square. There were all kinds of street vendors, magicians, performers, and musicians, even a fortuneteller. They were set up all over the whole dock area, each with a hat or coffee can for people to put money in.
The phone in his pocket vibrated against GT’s leg. Taking it out, he read a message from Erik, saying he was in the square now, but didn’t see GT or the guy.
Looking over the crowd in general, he decided most of these people weren’t the type to visit hookers. A lot of them had families. As he stood in the center of the large crowd, suddenly everyone started cheering.
GT
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