I nodded. “Nice work.” I said. “Did he find any letters?”
“No. He skipped out as soon as Gomez quit. He didn’t think it was too healthy to hang around.”
“This might develop, Jed,” I said. “It’s worth going after. Can you get hold of the dick?”
“Yeah. Can get him now if you want him.”
“Do that. Tell him to hook himself on to Gomez and follow him wherever he goes. I want to find out where Gomez keeps his boats, and where he’ll land those Cubans tonight. Tell him to call back here. We’ll wait.”
Davis nodded, went over to the telephone.
Tim eyed me thoughtfully. “Can’t see where this is getting you,” he said.
I moved impatiently. “I’m getting soft,” I said. “Know what that kid of mine made me promise?”
He shook his head.
“I wouldn’t kill Killeano. Imagine. She thought I was going straight into his office and was going to fill him full of lead. Can you beat that?”