EVIL
Part Ten
Luke was going in circles. Trudging through Miami was not digging up any old connections to John. He was getting annoyed. None of his old contacts, and precious few were still around, remembered him well and none had seen him since the night Luke'd beaten him all the way down the pier.
It had been after he'd caught him with Bobbie, off the clock and naked. He'd told her and told her that he was just using her. Why, he hadn't been sure until later, but she was bowled over by his pretty face, his cultured voice and the fact that he didn't treat her like a street walker.
He'd just found out what the man was after. He wanted to bust the deal Luke was making with the Cubans and toss Luke in prison for it.
Thank God the world had gotten over being that annoying. Granted it was more fun to run around when there were more rules to break. Luke paused a moment in his rifling of a government jockey's desk to ponder which era held more allure and adventure.
Definitely the previous. Now everything was done by computer. Online this, world wide web that.
And no one had a flair or imagination for disguises. The bunch of putzes.
Then it occurred to him, if John had been government he would have moved up in the world, out of the rinky customs office. Given the times they might have even moved him to a different branch of the government all together.
He knew who he had to call.