CHAPTER 20
"So, then he lied to you," I said, flatly.
"No, he didn't," Duke answered.
Maybe I'd been in the sun too long, but Duke wasn't making any sense. I was still driving on U.S. 1, stuck behind a car of Canadian snowbirds taking a leisurely Sunday drive. I was dying to get home and jump in the shower; the dried sand was starting to itch.
"But he told you he didn't know who hired him," I replied. "Look, you don't have to stick up for him just because he's a P.I., Duke. People lie all the time. You said so, yourself."
"And I stand by my words, Jamie, but our boy Malcolm didn't have a clue. The money came from Broward County alright, but it was routed through a bunch of other accounts to look like travel expenses. Someone covered their tracks pretty damn good and it's gonna take me
