Chapter Eighteen
Willemstad, Curaçao, Dutch Antilles
Chatterton used his card to open the door to his room. He stood aside to let Paul and Tom inside first.
“Tom, meet agents Collins and O’Brien of the DEA. They devised the ruse to get you out of the police station,” Paul said.
Tom stood rooted to the spot. He appraised the couple again. Gone were the flabby loud-mouthed tourist and his long-suffering wife. Instead, he saw a solid capable looking man and a businesslike and efficient woman.
“My God, you people are good! I had you pegged for innocent tourists. Annoying, but just bystanders. Damn, it’s not often that I get fooled like that.” He held out his hand, first to John and then to Denise, and shook their hands warmly.
“Best place to hide is in plain sight. It’s like a double blu
