Chapter 9: The BrokerIT WAS MID-MORNING as Cole sat on the couch with Tony across from him in a chair. He was interested in what Cole was saying, and he took that as a good sign. He’d been back down to the wharf and hung out among the shadows of a crumbling brick wall, his hands deep in his pockets as he stared across a gravel lot at the North Star. Freezing cold, he’d been close to giving up and walking home when he first saw the car. Its lights out, the sedan had pulled right up to the boat. Cole watched as two men unloaded cases from the open trunk and manhandled them up and over the gunwale to the waiting crewmember. There were less than a dozen cases, most similar in size to the Pelican cases Harley and Matt had lugged to Cozumel. In situations like this, Cole knew Pelican cases carri
