“So you came all this way to see me. I"m honored.”
They were sitting in one of the standard Arc Deco hotels that ran along the front of Miami Beach. It was all pink and blue pastels. The bar was mostly empty, except for a few Cubans and their women. Evening dinner time was over and now the night animals had come out to play.
“Cut the crap, Paul, I"m here because I have to be, not because I want to be,” said Dempsey. He was nursing some kind of cocktail that he had no intention of drinking. The thing looked like a garden in a glass with a multi-colored straw sticking out of it.
“Fair enough. So to what do I owe the pleasure, seeing as you"re not actually a client,” said the tall, blond haired man in the snappy business suit. Paul was Paul Koening; former CIA officer who had worked with t
