Chapter 8
Jacksonville, FL
Tuesday morning
I WAS ALREADY in the locker-room at the Y pulling on my Speedos Tuesday morning when George and Mike arrived. I waited until they’d done the same, and we went to the showers together. Later, after a mile of laps, we sat in the empty steam room and visited for a bit.
“Thanks for your help yesterday, George,” I said.
“Were you attempting to land a big fish?”
“The biggest. The manager of their Tampa branch handles several large accounts personally. He asked the president of the company for permission to sell a shipment of five hundred tires at twenty dollars under market and then got a kickback from the customer of ten dollars per tire.”
“Holy f*****g s**t,” Mike said, “that’s quite a racket.”
“Yeah, and it’s been going on for several years.
