Glen Cook would do anything for Marty Silva and his friend's father, Frank. So when Frank makes a deathbed request for Glen to find Marty, who had jumped bail on a smuggling charge, there's no turning him down.
Glen's reluctant detective work soon uncovers crooked cops and criminals who have teamed up with a wealthy rancher for a Texas-sized smuggling caper. And as other skippers framed in the caper begin turning up dead around the San Diego waterfront, Glen knows time is running out for his friend … and for Frank.
No matter what, Glen is determined to find Marty. Even if he has to die trying
Glen Cook would do anything for Marty Silva and his friend's father, Frank. So when Frank makes a deathbed request for Glen to find Marty, who had jumped bail on a smuggling charge, there's no turning him down. Glen's reluctant detective work soon uncovers crooked cops and criminals who have teamed up with a wealthy rancher for a Texas-sized smuggling caper. And as other skippers framed in the caper begin turning up dead around the San Diego waterfront, Glen knows time is running out for his friend … and for Frank. No matter what, Glen is determined to find Marty. Even if he has to die trying
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I walked slowly out to my old Ford, chilled by the cool February breeze. I sat behind the wheel for a few minutes, studying the pictures Frank had given me. The three of us looked a bit younger in the first one. My hair was lighter then and there was more of it.
It seemed odd to me that someone had dropped the letter and photo into Frank’s mailbox. Perhaps they thought they were doing Marty a favor by keeping his location a secret. It could have been someone who’d left town with him, or an old friend he happened to run into. He makes friends easily. Perhaps it was a stranger he’d met whose next stop was San Diego. If I had any idea who that person might be, I could coax or choke his whereabouts out of them. As it stood, the photo was my only clue.
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