Belize City
“C
lose call, Shake.” Mike Stokey steered their vehicle into the parking lot of the Easy Inn Hotel and shut down the engine. “You were smart to get the hell out of all that.”
“You’d have been smarter not to have gotten into it in the first place.” Chan uncoiled from her seat and opened the rear hatch to start unloading their luggage.
“Like a lot of things I’ve done,” Shake said as he gave her a hand, “it starts out as a picnic and then you find out somebody packed s**t sandwiches for lunch.”
“Wait a minute, Dad.” Tracey leaned against the car and fiddled with her phone. “I’m trying to Google it but I can’t get on the net. What’s the Iran part of the Iran-Contra thing?”
“Damn. Tracey, how much money did we spend on that high-brow education of yours?”
“Science major, Dad…”
