[7 of ] The trawler chugged south along the coast. In a day he would be past Puerto Escondido. By now the federales would find one of their own bent over, sticking out from under a car hood, a stuck stiff by the side of the road. Hammer did not care. He could make port in Guatemala in two days. From there to Havana, then home with the envelope & pay day.
He thought of the way she walked in heels. Waves collided & swished against the hull. The two deck hands eyed him with suspicion.
~ series by Jere Fletcher, (c) 2011
[8 of ] Emma did not wait for Mercedes to bring tea. She burst the front door open & grabbed the headline of the afternoon paper with her eyes. Her fingers fumbled frantically to turn the telephone dial in the foyer. She heard his voice on the line. "Artie. Artie," she gasped like a goose being fed for foie gras. "We’ve got to ... Did you see the paper?" The shadow came through the doorway like a leopard. The telephone line snapped from the wall. The receiver clattered on the floor.
~ series by Jere Fletcher, (c) 2011
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