Free Naked Came the Manatee by Elmore Leonard, Dave Barry, Carl Hiaasen, Tananarive Due, Edna Buchanan, Paul Levine, James W. Hall, Brian Antoni, Vicki Hendricks

smell of car fumes and jasmine.
     
    They pulled up in Fay's pickup truck in front of a sun-silvered frame bungalow. A boy in a Marlins baseball cap and high-top Air Jordans stood on a cinder block spray-painting a wall with a $2.99 can of orange Krylon.
     
    Watching the tagger were a knot of children of varying sizes. All movement ceased as Britt, Fay, and Jake stepped down from the cab of the truck.
     
    "Something must be gonna happen," said one child.
     
    "Jump-outs!" yelled another.
     
    The boy in the Marlins cap looked down in disdain from his surreal abstraction of hypodermics and coffins. "They look like undercover to you? Since when do undercover swivel they heads? More like they came to get a bump to keep them awake."
     
    "Watch the truck," said Jake, pitching a five-dollar bill.
     
    "Five is for the cab," said the boy in the baseball cap. "The flatbed and the aerial is gonna cost you ten."
     
    Lilia Sands's skin was the color of vanilla. Tight black, gray-streaked ringlets molded the curve of her well-shaped skull. Wrapped in a flowered silk kimono, she had clearly once been beautiful. Now she was comely, or handsome, or whatever euphemism people assign to women who are over the hill.
     
    Lilia Sands regarded Jake in frank assessment. "Didn't you used to play ball?"
     
    "Linebacker."
     
    "You look more like a tight end to me," she said.
     
    Britt smiled, glad that Jake was getting his comeuppance, then decided to cut to the chase. "Pupi Alvarez told us that you once knew Castro."
     
    "Yes, I knew him. It was a long time ago. I was with him in the Sierra Maestra Mountains. Hiding out from Batista's planes in ferns higher than your head, with the smell of coffee blossom coming from somewhere below."
     
    Fay jumped in the way she dove. "Forgive the question, but we heard… someone said that you and Castro were intimate."
     
    Lilia laughed. "Did you ever sleep with a man on a cot? For two years? You, him, and his hobnailed combat boots? That's more than intimate. You have to be into revolution to do that."
     
    Fay imagined the permutations of bedding on an army cot. Jake was doing the same, while Britt maintained the ferret's focus that was her stock-in-trade.
     
    "We heard you saved a lock of hair," said Britt. "If you have it, it's very important."
     
    Jake intercepted the ball. "We need it," he said. "It could be evidence."
     
    "What kind of evidence are you talking about?"
     
    The throb of a pumping bass rumbled from a cruising car. Britt glanced outside, then stepped away from the window. "We can't tell you. We're asking you to trust us."
     
    Lilia continued to regard her visitors with a jaundiced eye.
     
    Britt played the Latin connection card. "Trust me."
     
    Lilia Sands evaluated the young woman before her, especially the tawny skin that hinted of the Caribbean. She remembered that the crime reporter had gone to bat for a former player for the L.A. Raiders by the name of D. Wayne Hudson, a friend of Lilia's son.
     
    "I might have what you're looking for. Somewhere back here."
     
    Britt followed Lilia behind a tinkling beaded curtain to a bedroom with a chest of drawers. In the second drawer was a cigar box that smelled of patchouli. Lilia opened the box. Nestled in tissue paper were locks of hair of varying lengths and colors.
     
    Lilia smiled. "I got around," she said. She raked the locks with long, well-manicured fingernails and fished out a strand bound in a red and gold Montecristo wrapper.
     
    There was a knock at the front door.
     
    Lilia called through the beaded curtain, "Somebody see who it is."
     
    Jake and Fay exchanged glances. Could Hector or whoever he worked for have followed them? The rap was sharp and insistent.
     
    "I'll get it." Tensing his body for a straight buck up the middle, Jake threw open the door.
     
    The boy in the Marlins baseball cap and high-top Air Jordans stood on the threshold. "Where's Miss Lilia at?"
     
    Lilia swished her way past Jake. "What's