Chapter 5 – Points South
THE MIGRANTS WERE GONE. They’d surely been briefed about what to do in the event plans changed and clearly, the plan had changed. Cole was standing up under the overhang of some palm fronds as he fumbled for his phone—the dog still barking in the background and the helicopter still a ways off. Dialing Mickey, Cole tried his best to explain what had happened.
Mickey cut him off before Cole even got a full sentence out. “What the f**k man, you woke up the cavalry. Where are you?”
Cole thought about it but didn’t know. “I dunno. I’m somewhere east of Key West. The cargo is good and dry, but I don’t know where they are at. They split pretty quick.”
“OK. You go hide. Let things settle down. I’ll call you in a few hours.” Mickey pronounced the word you as jew.
Cole
