up for Tamaulipas. Someone is pushing hard to move the Gulf Coast off the Gulf Coast or force them to play ball. Of course they’re not having it, and the bodies are piling up.”
Bolan nodded. “Do we have anything on Salami?”
“An informant told us he’s holed up in a bungalow on Miami Beach. We have it under surveillance. You’ll also be happy to know that the krokodil supply has been seriously disrupted. Word on the street is you just can’t get it. Junkies are picked up left and right committing burglaries to try to steal prescription meds to cook with. But that was always your plan, to make a mess and see who comes to clean it up.”
“It’s one way to get the ball rolling, and we have Cocosino and foreign mystery assassins.”
Savacool gave Kaino a glance. “You sure the sniper was speaking Russian?”
“Man, I couldn’t swear to it.”
Savacool gave Bolan a searching look. “Krokodil is a Russian drug. It would make more sense.”
“In some ways, but like Kaino and I discussed, it’s an awfully long hop from Moscow to Miami to pedal stuff junkies buy with pocket change, and speaking of Russians, when we found Popov he had already had his ass handed to him.”
“So you don’t think the Russians are involved?”
“I think they’re somehow part of the mix and, more important, I think there are players in this game that have yet to reveal themselves.”
“So how do you want to play it?”
“I think I want to have another conversation with Salami.”
Kaino smiled happily. “Wear a hat!”
“Definitely.”
“Oh.” Grimaldi reached into his gear bag. “Almost forgot. A friend worked this up for you.” He tossed Kaino a Miami Heat cap. It made a strangely meaty thud in the big master sergeant’s palm as he caught it. Kaino massaged the impact material in the brim almost erotically and began adjusting the tab in the back for his head. “Sweet!” Kaino settled his cap on his head with a happy sigh. “So why do you want to talk to Salami? He’s an asshole. You think he lied to us?”
“No, I think he believed everything he told us when he told it, but I think he may have had some very interesting conversations with some very interesting people since you and I had our powwow with him. Plus, I’m thinking if Savacool can get a line on where he’s hiding out, so can the people we’re working against.”
Grimaldi had seen this more times than he had fingers and toes. “You think he’s being watched?”
“I’m counting on it.”
“So we’re going to pile into a car, drive up to Salami’s beach blanket Babylon and see who shoots at us? Again?” Kaino asked.
Bolan shook his head. “Not exactly.”
Savacool leaned her elbows on the table, perched her chin in her hands and gave Bolan the big brown eyes. “Do tell.”
“You and Kaino are going to pile into a car, loaded for bear, and be ready to hit Salami’s place on my signal.”
Savacool regarded Bolan with grave suspicion. “And you?”
Bolan looked at Grimaldo. “Did you bring me a jump rig?”
“Did I bring him a jump rig...” the pilot scoffed.
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