"What’s up, Jamaica?" Nick said, remembering that Trouble Man was what they used to call him when they were growing up. At the time, it was because of Nick’s fondness for the Marvin Gaye song. Now, at this time, the name took on a whole new meaning.

"Been a long time, Nick," Jamaica said, reclaiming his seat. "You still drinking that Johnnie Black?"

"Yeah, but I’ll pass. I think I’ve done enough drinking today," Nick replied and sat down.

Mike walked over to the bar and poured himself a glass of Remy Martin. "You heard anything yet, Jay?"

"The word on the rock is they come to do business. They go ’round talkin’ ’bout they gon’ make big money. Them say that Conchie Joe have plenty money."

"Nick, when they left, did they have the money with them?" Mike asked. "Where was the dope?"

"I didn’t see any drugs or money change hands. And now that I think about it, I didn’t see Roman with anything that might have had money in it."

"Maybe they were just meeting to set up the buy," Nick said.

"Maybe," Jamaica said. "But me hear that the deal was to be done today."

"But if the deal was to get done today, then where was his backup? You can’t sit there and tell me that the DEA is about to do what sounds like a major bust, and the agent is in there by himself. And even if today wasn’t the day, why didn’t he have any backup? It just doesn’t make sense." Mike walked over to the pool and sat down on the diving board. "You got names on these bandits?"

"Not yet, but me have me brethren out lookin’ for them," Jamaica said. "Me have someone at the airport and at the dock. Them have to charter a plane or a boat to get off the island."

"Send someone around to all the people we know that charter. If they try to get off the island, I wanna know about it," Mike said as the phone rang.

Jamaica answered. "Hello."

"Me find a man at the dock," one of Jamaica’s men said. "Him say that he see Shy and two men get on a boat. Him think he hear them say they goin’ to Miami."