Chapter Eleven

It was his luck that as the traffic lights stopped him at an intersection leading onto Rico's apartment; he saw the Lincoln shoot out from a corner with the stream of traffic traveling down the avenue.

He recognized it as Rico's, and immediately; he stamped on his brakes, engaged gear, maneuvered the compact car into the moving line of traffic, turning into the avenue, and went after the Lincoln.

He parked the car in one of the empty bays in the enormous courtyard of the Miami International Airport, a good hundred yards from the Lincoln. He saw Rico get out of the car but remained in his.

It wasn't long before he saw Rico returning to the car, a traveling bag in his hand, a woman by his side; a woman which he guessed would be his wife.

He regarded the woman with professional interest. A beauty, he thought, and with a body as sensationally built as hers, he was well damn sure that one look of invitation from those whorish eyes would send fresh blood running down t