something other than live chickens and goats. Go figure.”
The waitress came with their order on a tray. “Dos cubanos?”
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she said.Two cubans? She meant the sandwiches, not the customers. She placed the plates in front of them and handed them their beverages. Materva, a Latin soft drink for Jack. A large mamey milkshake for Theo.
When the waitress was gone, Jack said,“So, what do you think about Isaac Reems? Any idea who would shoot him?”
Theo removed the plastic lid from his milkshake and gulped some down. “You mean other than half the city of Miami?”Theo unwrapped his sandwich.“We gonna talk or eat?”
“Go ahead. Eat.”
“First, a tribute.” Theo lifted his sandwich from the plate and started singing to it, putting his own words to the tune of Human League’s 1986 number one hit,“Human.”
I’m just a cuban.
Of cheese and bread I’m made.
I am also ham . . . please forgive me.
He devoured a third of his cuban sandwich in one huge bite.
“You forgot to mention the pickles and sliced pork,” said Jack, deadpan.
“Artistic . . . license,” he said with his mouth full. It was the same license that turned Madonna’s first Latin hit into “Last night I dreamt of some bagels,” and Stevie Nicks’s “Edge of Seventeen”
into “Just like a one-winged dove”—a true Theo Knight classic, this mental image of a little white bird flying around in circles.
“I got a phone call from Andie Henning this morning,” said Jack.“She’s looking into the Reems murder.”
Theo chewed thoughtfully and swallowed. “I may not have a law degree, but how does the FBI get involved in a run-of-the-mill shooting of a pissant criminal?”
“You’re right, local law enforcement does normally have jurisdiction over homicide. So I asked her that question myself.”
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A bus rolled by on Coral Way, adding diesel fumes to the ambience.“What was her answer?” said Theo.
“It turns out that Andie has been appointed to head up the task force that will be looking for answers about Reems’s escape.”
“Well, they tapped one sharp agent. But I still don’t see how her work on a task force gets her into Isaac’s shooting.”
“Reems didn’t climb out of a barred prison window on a rope made out of bedsheets, hop a nine-foot fence topped with razor wire, and then run to freedom without someone on the inside looking the other way.”
“Maybe. But what’s that got to do with the shooting?”
“Here’s the way Andie sees it. If she finds out who killed Reems, she’ll bet dollars to doughnuts that the answer will also point the way to whoever greased the wheels to bust him out of prison.”
“Mmm. Doughnuts.”
“Focus.”
“Sorry.”
Jack turned serious.“Andie wants to talk to you.”
“Okay. Like I told you before: I got no problem with Andie.
I’m sure she’s just doing her job.”
“And I gotta do mine, too. So tell me something, and don’t get cute on me.When’s the last time you had anything to do with Isaac Reems?”
Theo didn’t answer right away.
Jack said, “When Rene and I dropped off Uncle Cy at your place last night, we heard Isaac’s message.”
“Dude, don’t tell me you were listenin’ to my phone messages.”
“We were sitting on your couch when he left it. Heard it all.”
“Did Cy hear it too?”
“I don’t think so. He was upstairs in bed.”
Theo nodded, but he was still silent.
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Jack flashed his lawyer expression. Theo knew it well—his don’t-you-dare-lie-to-me look. “Give it up, Theo. When was the last time you heard from Isaac?”
“Who wants to know?”
“I do,” said Jack.
Theo glanced toward the traffic on busy Coral Way, then back at his friend.“This conversation—it’s privileged, right?”
“Yup,” said Jack.“Attorney-client, all the way.”
Theo put down his sandwich. And then he told him.
Chapter 14
On Monday morning Jack took Rene to the airport for a 12:50
The waitress came with their order on a tray. “Dos cubanos?”
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she said.Two cubans? She meant the sandwiches, not the customers. She placed the plates in front of them and handed them their beverages. Materva, a Latin soft drink for Jack. A large mamey milkshake for Theo.
When the waitress was gone, Jack said,“So, what do you think about Isaac Reems? Any idea who would shoot him?”
Theo removed the plastic lid from his milkshake and gulped some down. “You mean other than half the city of Miami?”Theo unwrapped his sandwich.“We gonna talk or eat?”
“Go ahead. Eat.”
“First, a tribute.” Theo lifted his sandwich from the plate and started singing to it, putting his own words to the tune of Human League’s 1986 number one hit,“Human.”
I’m just a cuban.
Of cheese and bread I’m made.
I am also ham . . . please forgive me.
He devoured a third of his cuban sandwich in one huge bite.
“You forgot to mention the pickles and sliced pork,” said Jack, deadpan.
“Artistic . . . license,” he said with his mouth full. It was the same license that turned Madonna’s first Latin hit into “Last night I dreamt of some bagels,” and Stevie Nicks’s “Edge of Seventeen”
into “Just like a one-winged dove”—a true Theo Knight classic, this mental image of a little white bird flying around in circles.
“I got a phone call from Andie Henning this morning,” said Jack.“She’s looking into the Reems murder.”
Theo chewed thoughtfully and swallowed. “I may not have a law degree, but how does the FBI get involved in a run-of-the-mill shooting of a pissant criminal?”
“You’re right, local law enforcement does normally have jurisdiction over homicide. So I asked her that question myself.”
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A bus rolled by on Coral Way, adding diesel fumes to the ambience.“What was her answer?” said Theo.
“It turns out that Andie has been appointed to head up the task force that will be looking for answers about Reems’s escape.”
“Well, they tapped one sharp agent. But I still don’t see how her work on a task force gets her into Isaac’s shooting.”
“Reems didn’t climb out of a barred prison window on a rope made out of bedsheets, hop a nine-foot fence topped with razor wire, and then run to freedom without someone on the inside looking the other way.”
“Maybe. But what’s that got to do with the shooting?”
“Here’s the way Andie sees it. If she finds out who killed Reems, she’ll bet dollars to doughnuts that the answer will also point the way to whoever greased the wheels to bust him out of prison.”
“Mmm. Doughnuts.”
“Focus.”
“Sorry.”
Jack turned serious.“Andie wants to talk to you.”
“Okay. Like I told you before: I got no problem with Andie.
I’m sure she’s just doing her job.”
“And I gotta do mine, too. So tell me something, and don’t get cute on me.When’s the last time you had anything to do with Isaac Reems?”
Theo didn’t answer right away.
Jack said, “When Rene and I dropped off Uncle Cy at your place last night, we heard Isaac’s message.”
“Dude, don’t tell me you were listenin’ to my phone messages.”
“We were sitting on your couch when he left it. Heard it all.”
“Did Cy hear it too?”
“I don’t think so. He was upstairs in bed.”
Theo nodded, but he was still silent.
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Jack flashed his lawyer expression. Theo knew it well—his don’t-you-dare-lie-to-me look. “Give it up, Theo. When was the last time you heard from Isaac?”
“Who wants to know?”
“I do,” said Jack.
Theo glanced toward the traffic on busy Coral Way, then back at his friend.“This conversation—it’s privileged, right?”
“Yup,” said Jack.“Attorney-client, all the way.”
Theo put down his sandwich. And then he told him.
Chapter 14
On Monday morning Jack took Rene to the airport for a 12:50
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