“The keys are in the compartment on the console. The code for the gate at the pier is twenty twenty-five. Get on the water at eleven. I’ll drop a GPS off at your place in the afternoon. If anyone asks, you just tell them you’re moving it for Mr. Thompson. Call me when you’re a mile south of Key West.”
Now Cole couldn’t hide his confusion and he didn’t like not knowing the details of such a mission.
Mickey laughed. “I’ve been watching this one. They stashed the keys when they gassed it up and I asked the dockhand whose boat it was. Relax a bit, my friend; Señor Thompson will understand. This is easy. You call me before midnight, OK?”
Cole eased up a bit and nodded his head in approval. They returned the jet skis to the same spot and parted ways without more words. Cole watched Mickey wal
