Belize City
“I
’m not your mother, Shake.” Chan Dwyer Davis refilled her coffee cup and sat on the edge of their bed surrounded by suitcases and the rest of the party that had gathered for a room-service breakfast.
“But you are my wife and partner.” Shake opened the patio doors and puffed on a cigar. “And I know how you feel about us doing things for Bayer.”
“Think about it. When has doing stuff for Bayer ever turned out to be simple or safe?”
“I think this is a little different, don’t you?” Linda Stokey had been through the same discussion privately with Mike and was all in favor of him getting involved. “I mean, he just wants Shake and Mike to hang around and do some snooping, right? The way it was explained to me, this guy who calls himself Bayer is just looking for unfiltered info
