Fallen Palm (Jesse McDermitt Series) by Wayne Stinnett

Author:Wayne Stinnett [Stinnett, Wayne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stinnett Enterprises
Published: 2014-01-18T07:00:00+00:00

21

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Lester was kicked back at the helm of Sonny’s boat, after Tomas had left to get lunch. Boring didn’t begin to describe it. Bunch of old farts, sitting around on fancy boats, or hired help sanding and polishing the old farts boats. Maybe he shouldn’t have told Sonny about the gold and treasure he’d found. Maybe he could get to this Jesse dude on his own and ditch the old loanshark and his posse.

He heard footsteps on the dock, coming toward the boat and a woman’s voice. He swiveled around in the Captain’s chair to see. Hot damn, he thought, that’s more better. There was a tall, good-looking blonde coming along the dock, talking on her cell phone. She had long shapely legs, wearing tight jeans and a tank top. Her shoulders were kind of mannish, but with tits like that, she probably needed them to hold them up, he thought. The tank top she wore was straining to hold them in, but flattened out to a narrow, flat belly.

“Oh, you should see this one. It’s really big and looks super fast,” she said into the phone describing the boat next to Sonny’s, one of those offshore racing types.

“Hey baby,” Lester said. “I got something big I think you’d really like to see. But it’s so big, I gotta drive it slow.”

She looked up at Lester and stopped. Slowly, she turned around and as she walked back up the dock, she lifted her middle finger back over her shoulder.

“Fuckin’ bitch,” Lester mumbled, as Walt poked his head up out of the cabin.

“Who you talkin’ to, Lester?” he asked.

“Just some stuck-up bitch, headed down the dock there,” he tilted his chin in the direction the blonde babe had left. Both men eyed her hungrily, as she walked along the dock, her tight jeans barely hiding anything.

“I could really do some damage to that,” Walt said. “Hey, when’s Tomas s’posed to be back? I’m hungry.”

“Should be any minute,” Lester said, glancing at his watch. “Been gone about twenty minutes already. Hey Walt, how long you think Sonny’s gonna have us sit out here on this boat?”

“Ya got me, man. I ain’t even got any idea why he wants to get this guy.”

“Yeah, me neither,” Lester lied.

Walt went back down the hatch, into the boats salon. They’d been playing poker at the table down below, switching lookouts every six hours. Lester was anxious to get off the deck and back down there, not just to win his money back from Walt, but because Tomas had found the controls for the generator and had the a/c cranking. But if the blonde came back, he’d just as soon stay up here. He could still see her. Crossing the parking lot by the boat ramp and getting into a yellow Jeep Cherokee, towing a boat. Then he saw Tomas pull into the parking lot, get out and start heading toward the docks. About time, Lester thought. He was getting hungry, too.

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