Fallen Honor by Wayne Stinnett

Author:Wayne Stinnett [Stinnett, Wayne]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Action & Adventure, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Sea Adventures, Genre Fiction, Sea Stories, Thriller, Travel
Amazon: B011MOLOLQ
Publisher: Down Island Press
Published: 2015-07-13T22:00:00+00:00

“I think they’re leaving, boss.”

Sitting forward, GT looked at the mirror on his side. The tall guy from the bar and the guy he’d arrived with were standing outside talking. After a few minutes they seemed to agree on something and went back inside.

“Who the hell is this guy and what’s his connection to Grabowski?” GT mumbled.

Ten minutes later, the same taxi that brought Grabowski, pulled over to the curb behind the Caddy once more. Grabowski, the blonde, and the two big men left the psychic’s shop and climbed into the cab, and it pulled away from the curb.

“Follow them,” GT growled. “But not too close.”

Erik started the SUV and waited for a car to pass, then pulled out onto Eaton Street behind it, the black taxi about a half block ahead. The cab turned left at the next intersection onto Whitehead. Erik let the cab get a little further ahead of them and allowed another car to turn in front of them, putting two cars between them and the cab.

At the lighthouse, the cab turned left onto Truman, and Erik slowed to allow a little more space before turning after it. A few blocks later, just past a large Catholic school, the cab pulled over to the curb and all four passengers got out.

“Pull over here,” GT said.

Erik eased over to the curb at the corner of the school property and they watched as Grabowski and the other three entered a photography studio and the cab pulled away, only to stop a block later at a sandwich deli.

“The cabbie’s taking his lunch break,” GT surmised. “Pull up to the deli. Maybe we can find out from the driver just who those two are.”

As Erik drove past the photo studio, GT looked over to see if he could see Grabowski and the others, but the blinds were drawn on the windows and door. Erik eased the big SUV up behind the idling cab and GT opened the door. “Wait here, Erik.”

GT made it to the door of the deli, just a step behind the cab driver. “Say, brother, the passengers you just dropped off. One looked like an old friend, the tall guy, but I don’t want to embarrass myself if it’s not him. You didn’t get his name, did you?”

The cabbie turned and looked squarely at GT. He was an older man, with graying hair, but he still looked robust. “If you a friend a dat mon, yuh need bettah friends and I not be yuh bruddah. Dat was Mistuh Buchannan. His friends call him Stretch. He a big-time drug smuggluh from up island. Di udduh man is his bodyguard. I heah dem talking about hiring di third man.”

Surprised, GT asked, “A drug smuggler?”

“Ya, mon, he brings tons of dat white powduh into Key Largo. He a mon yuh bettuh stay clear of.”

Returning to his car, GT took out his phone and made a call. Climbing in, he said into the phone, “Stewie, look someone up for me. A guy named Stretch Buchannan in Key Largo.

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