“Two things, both of them Federal business: smuggling aliens into the country and counterfeiting.”
“Where’ll that get you with Killeano?”
I smiled. “That’s my end of it. I’m not giving you all the work to do; just part of it.”
“Go on.”
“Tonight a boat will unload a parcel of Cubans at Pigeon Key. They’ll be leaving Havana around nine o’clock. The boat’s a thirty-footer, painted dark green, no mast, no outriggers, broken windshield in the pilot house. I’ll be glad if you’d take care of it.”
“Sure?”
“Sure, I’m sure. It’s a hot tip.”
“Okay, I’ll take care of it.”
“Another thing. I want Killeano to get the credit for the tip-off. Davis will handle the publicity. Okay with you?”
He frowned. “What’s the idea?”