the place is supposedly connected, so the Mafia guys feel welcome.”
“The Angelus.”
“You can’t tell anyone you heard it from me,” Morris said.
“Do your suppliers know who these people are?” Lucas asked. “Specifically? If they have this arrangement . . . I mean, there are all kinds of Mafia groups.”
Morris looked out the window, as though he was thinking about jumping through it. “C’mon, man, you’re gonna get me hurt.”
“Axel . . . you’ve gone this far,” Bob said.
Morris hunched forward on the table. “I’m willing to take a chance pissin’ on those Mafia motherfuckers, ’cause they don’t know who I am or where I am. But my boys here . . . they do know, and they’ll know you picked me up with that fuckin’ Weeks. You give me a choice between life in prison and them, well, at least I’m alive in prison. If I give you a name of one of my boys, and if they know it came from me, they’ll kill my ass. They’re as mean as any Mafia dude. Meaner, even.”
Lucas asked, “Does Weeks know the name you’re gonna give us?”
Morris narrowed his eyes, thinking, then said, “Probably heard of him. Some of the narcs know him. Or they’ve heard of him.”
“Then we’ll blame it on the narcs. We’ll blame it on Weeks,” Bob said. “You can even call up your man and warn him off. Tell him that we wanted the names of the Mafias and you said you didn’t know them and we turned you loose, but that Weeks might be bringing us around. Tell him that Weeks gave us a list, and he’s on it, and you know that because we asked if you knew the names on it.”
It took a while, but eventually, Morris caved: “There’s a guy named Magnus Elliot, he lives over on 27th Avenue. He’s on papers, five years of probation after eight in Raiford. He must be three or four years out, now, so there’s a probation officer who’ll know exactly where he lives. If I’m like five steps down from the top, he’s like two. If there’s a deal with the goombahs, he might know some exact names.”
Lucas nodded. “Okay. That’s two things. The Angelus Hotel, which isn’t much; and Magnus Elliot, which isn’t anything, yet. We need a third thing, a bigger thing, or the cuffs go back on.”
Morris sighed and stuck a French fry in his mouth and snapped it off. “Rumor is, these guys, whoever they are, dropped a ton of smack in the water off the coast and they got almost none of it out before the shooting. They’re going back for it, sooner or later. Maybe there’ll be more than one bunch of assholes out there. We got any number of redneck diver guys who’d like some of that action. They got guns, too. Could turn into a free-for-all. Mafia, the diver guys, maybe some Mexicans, the Coast Guard . . . and you.”
“When you say a ton, you mean a lot,” Lucas said.
Morris pointed another French fry at Lucas. “No. The rumor isn’t a lot, the rumor is a ton. You know? Like two thousand pounds. Except they use the metric system, so a ton is actually more than two thousand pounds. Supposedly sealed up in pipes, dropped off a freighter. That’s what the rumor is.”
Lucas did some numbers in his head: “Thirty million, wholesale.”
“I don’t do wholesale,” Morris said. “If somebody got it to me, it’d be a whole lot more than thirty million dollars, stepped on five times and street prices. Of course, I couldn’t move that much, but somebody could. You’d need a big organization.”
“Okay, I’m not going for this rumor-has-it bullshit, I need to know something real,” Lucas said. “You got anything? Or . . . ?”
Morris said, “Okay, one more thing. Not a rumor. There’s this old guy who lives down in Coconut Grove.” He looked from Lucas to Bob, and added, “That’s down in Miami.”
“Okay.”
“Back in the day, he was a big-time smuggler, bringing in weed from the Bahamas,” Morris said. “He got caught, got out of it, somehow, and retired. I bumped into him, I don’t know, last summer, a hotel down in Miami Beach. We got to talking about the shooting, which was still a big deal down here. And he told me the diver was a woman.”
Bob: “A woman? That’s something. What’s this guy’s name?”
“John.”
Lucas and Bob looked at each other, and Lucas said, “John? That’s what you got?”
Morris shrugged. “I