The inside of Limping Mike’s Bait Shop was a wonder to behold. A multi-tiered station in the middle held rib lizards and salty rat tails, next to jerk minnows and crappie rigs. A rack of casting rods, spinning rods, and interline rods stood near the door, and shelves lined the walls filled with reels. Amid the high-tech trappings, some old-fashioned tin cans made Drayco smile.
He walked over to study the chilled holding pens with the live crawdads, bait fish, and his favorite, the leeches, located uncomfortably close to the refrigerators with sandwiches and sodas. He reached in one refrigerator to capture his prize, two of the last remaining bottles of Manhattan Special, the main reason he got up this morning at the c***k of dawn.
The other reason was the fact he lost a bit of investigat
