The day began that way. I stood barefoot, shirtless, wearing cutoff shorts on the deck of my 40-foot sloop, the Fenian Bastard, and I had a cup of freshly brewed coffee and the daily paper. The morning sun had begun to inch its way over Key West, and the summer breeze carried scents of tropical f...
Larry looked at Curly. I looked at Norm, who shook his head and smiled, and then I looked at Curly. For whatever reason, he didn’t want to appear to be in charge.“Curly, it seems you’ve been selected. Do you have the answer?” I kept eye contact with him.I could tell he wished he had a drink, the ...