Chapter 39: The Organization Investigates“I know that is the same man.” Walter Andresen tossed the five by seven inch picture of Red O'Neal standing by the Colombia Queen onto the desk. Twenty years had added twenty pounds to Walter's body and his blond hair was laced with white streaks.
“It can't be.”
“And it's my guess that he's still running booze, women, guns, and God knows what else on that boat and others.” Walter finished his sentence. He looked across the desk at Creighton. “You know it's him. Why else would you ask me to come out of the cellar if not to come in and confirm your identification?”
The man at the desk frowned, swiveled in his chair and looked out the window. Abruptly, he swiveled back and withdrew another photograph from the folder.
“Bear with me. I have one more
