Under the Jamaican Moon (Katy Marshall Romantic Mysteries Book 1)

by Sheila Lee Hall

  The two gunmen took no notice of a young man melting into the crowd outside the Mercado. His old floppy pants, a badly faded L.A. Clippers T-shirt and Michael Jordan sneakers were like many of the others on the sidewalk.

  The two gunmen would wait a long time. Katy Marshall was on her way back to Denver. A turbo-prop would soon be winging its way to Cuba, a short time later it was heading to Mexico City. A transfer was made to an American jet headed to Denver, Colorado almost immediately.

  At a much later date, Katy Marshall would ask Felix about the turbo-prop. He could only smile. “Al-ho really like you,” he said.

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  Big Jim Henderson had been waiting for Katy. “We have a lot to do. We have about twelve lawsuits to defend. Everybody is suing the oil companies that are “fracking” underneath municipalities. Some new studies have come out showing that all these toxic chemicals will eventually leak into the aquifers. They are suing because the oil companies are not responding to the projected health concerns.

  “Oh, I also have bad news about Sam Kutsun. A federal indictment has just come down charging him with just about everything. This is absolutely terrible. It’s nothing more than an absolute abuse of power by the federal government. These bureaucrats think that they rule the world. It’s all based on testimony by some undercover agent working in Jamaica — some guy by the name of Felix!”