It was several days later, and McCauley was on his way out when he noticed that one of the guards had stopped someone at the gate. The man was tall, and though his back was to McCauley, he looked familiar. As the man turned, McCauley was surprised to see that it was the foot fighter, Honeywell. A smile of recognition crossed Honeywell"s face when he recognized the man who"d saved his life.
“Good morning, Mr. Honeywell.”
“Good morning! I"m sorry I never got your name.”
“McCauley. It"s all right,” McCauley told the guard, “and I know this gentleman. So, what brings you here?”
“I was told that a man named Crow was staying here and he is the vice president of The China Express. I need to talk to him.”
McCauley"s demeanor took on an edge, “What about, Mr. Honeywell?”
“Pirates, Mr. McCaule
