The car’s dashboard clock said 3:20. An hour and a half to kill before Poblanos. Buddha took out her electronic tablet and busied herself with it while Thorn struggled with the steering wheel. His right hand was so swollen and sore he had to use his left to steer. “Where we going?” she said, without looking up. “Key Biscayne.” “Why?” More finger tapping on the glass screen. “Guy I know used to live out there. Want to see if he’s still around.” “A social call?” “He might be of help with our project.” “Okay.” “Last I knew he was the agent in charge of the Miami FBI field office.” Buddha looked up and stared at him for a moment. “Is there something going on between you and April Moss?” Thorn hesitated a moment. “Why do you ask?” “Yeah, I thought there was.” “What’d you see?” “Something going on,” she said. “I wouldn’t call it ‘going on.’ A long time ago we met briefly. Nothing serious. I don’t know if she even remembers.”
