CHAPTER 17
Wayde woke up well rested. It was eight o’clock on Friday morning when he made a pot of coffee and called Tiny. They agreed to meet for breakfast at the Bahia Cabana restaurant at nine. Tiny was already sitting at a table out on the deck, overlooking the water, when Wayde arrived.
“Wayde, you look raring to go.”
“When I returned from Nassau, I took a hot shower, downed four fingers of Early Times, and slept for ten hours. I haven’t done that in years.”
“Was Nassau worth the trip?”
Wayde chuckled. “Yeah, ‘worth it’ is a good choice of words. You’re not going to believe this. As you know, I thought the senator was waist-deep in the Rhineman thing.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Well, he isn’t.”
“No kidding?”
“No, he didn’t know much about what’s going on. But Tiny here’s the kicker.”
