Smugglers 4 - South Beach Heat Read Online Free PDF

everything you had during a trip must be deep sixed now, so look around and get it all.”
    They took Jim’s fishing boat so they looked like they were fishing. When they got to the deep water, they deep-sixed the bag full of incriminating evidence and watched it disappear into the blue. They stayed out a couple of hours just in case they were on the radar.
    This also gave them time to get their stories straight with each other in case they got picked up.
    Finally, they returned to Jim’s place, and Glenn climbed into his Jeep.
    “Jim, don’t run,” he reiterated, “and don’t drink and don’t talk to any cops. If you get picked up, start with the first word and say ‘I want my attorney now!’ You know who I mean, and he will call me. Don’t say my name anytime, anywhere. Remember, they can’t record your conversations with your attorney and use them in court, but they can’t be trusted to not listen in for leads. So don’t talk, just whisper to the attorney until you get out. See you. Be cool.” Glenn put the Jeep into gear and drove home.
    Arriving at the dock he saw Nikki talking to the “Major” half way down the dock. He exhaled, tried to calm down, and act normal. He walked over to Nikki, kissed her hello and said, “Everyone and anyone can know now.”
    “Okay,” she said, and they kissed again.
    He went to his boat, vacuumed the whole thing, and put the signs back on the sides. Then it was on to his apartment to call the sign painter to have the signs put on the sides permanently. The painter had been in the Keys for years, and was known by all as the “Nude Sign Painter.” But since the advent of decals, her work load had slowed way down. Even with working nude, her phone didn’t ring like it used to. Maybe times had changed, or maybe she was just getting older.
    When Glenn got to his apartment he found a decal place in the yellow pages and wrote down their address. He decided he couldn’t use the Nude Painter. It would draw too much attention to the boat. He went to town, picked up the decals in five minutes and returned to the boat, putting them on in twenty.
    He then went to Nikki’s office. She was on the ship-to-shore radio, talking to a fifty-footer that was heading in with an arrival time in two hours or so. Nikki went down the dock to tell Mark, check the slip, and take the electric readings.
    When Nikki returned, she and Glenn kissed a lot. She told him about her meeting and what happened on the dock. Soon they heard the fifty-footer on the radio and the sound of his horn.
    Nikki gave them the slip number, and the Pipefitter came into the cut. She and Glenn laughed because they were all drunk, and all four on board were nude and made no move to cover up, from Captain Patrick on down.
    Captain Patrick backed the boat in, took a big drink and then got off to tie up the Pipefitter. Everyone was on board was laughing and having a great time, including those on the dock and on the other boats.
    After tying up and plugging in, Nikki  and Glenn joined them at the table in the back of the boat, which had a big deck and an aft cabin.
    Nikki had to explain the law to the newcomers. “Captain, thank you for coming, but the law here in Florida is, once you tied up you must have clothes on, but only if someone calls the cops to complain. Now, no one here has ever done so, and seeing people undressed is a daily deal, but on the other hand, this is not the French Riviera.”
    “So warned,” Captain Patrick said agreeably. “Can I make you and your friend a drink?”
    “In one or two hours you can. We’ll be back down about 5 o’clock,” she replied.
    “Come as you are or less,” he said.
    “OK, see you then.” With a wave, she and Glenn headed for the dock, while the captain’s crew broke into laughter as only drunk people can do.
    Back at Nikki’s office, Glenn asked, “Can I use your phone one minute?” He wanted to call Jim.
    “Is everything okay?” Glenn asked Jim then paused