Free Smugglers 4 - South Beach Heat by Gerald McCallum Page B

when Mercedes called to give Nikki her new location in Marathon Key. She’d left town but never left the Keys. She moved a few miles north to Marathon and rented a small beach house under an assumed name.
    “I only have three thousand dollars left, so I went to work at a titty bar north of where I’m living. Have you seen Glenn and paid him?” Mercedes asked.
    “I’ve done both, but I haven’t seen him since. I think he may have gone back to the Bahamas. You stay there for a month or so before you come back. I’ve got to get this figured out!” said Nikki.
    Another week went by, and Nikki was on her way over Seven Mile Bridge one afternoon to get some plants. She saw Top Dog coming in from being out to sea. It had two girls and another guy on board and was rigged for fishing. She kept it in her sight from the road so she could see where it went to moor up. She followed it to port without being seen even though the land mass in that part of the Keys is only two hundred feet wide. After noting where it went, she forgot about the plants, went home, and called Mercedes.
    “Stay where you are. Glenn didn’t go to the Bahamas. He’s here, and I know where. I saw him with his boat. I’ll be at your house at 1 o’clock, so leave the keys under the mat. I don’t want to talk on the phone,” said Nikki.
    “Come to where I work,” Mercedes replied.
    “We can’t be seen together. I’ll be at your house at 1:00 a.m. We need to talk,” Nikki said.
    Nikki got to Mercedes’ house as promised, let herself in, and made a drink. Mercedes got home around 2:00 a.m. They kissed several times then sat down to talk.
    Nikki explained her plan. “I need your help. Just listen. I have a plan for us to take all the money from Glenn. We need to move tomorrow night. You must drive down to my house, and then we will drive to Glenn’s. I’ll go get the money, and you must drive off and come back in about an hour to pick up me and the money. We’ll go back to my dock, and you take off with your half of the money unless something happens to me. In either case you just leave. You have to pack your car tomorrow, because as soon as you drop me off, you must leave. I want you to go north on 95 to Palm Bay, not Miami or Fort Lauderdale and don’t work. The town is small. He won’t follow you there. Rent a condo or an apartment under an assumed name, not your real name, and call me on the cell phone. Get a Trac phone. Don’t leave any bills for him to trace. No bills, no bank accounts, no magazines, nothing! Don’t call your mother, brother or me. I’ll call you. You can bet Glenn will be there within twenty-four hours if you do. If he finds you, he’ll kill you to get his money!” explained Nikki.
    They made the rest of their plans then went to bed where they explored one another’s bodies in minute detail, kissing one another with fervor. By now, they knew one another’s bodies in exquisite detail. They kissed, they suckled, they caressed until they cried out from waves of climax. They lay in a tangle of limbs wet with perspiration and spent from delicious lovemaking. Soon, they made arrangements to meet at Nikki’s place the next day at midnight. With one last deep kiss, Nikki left.
    Nikki bought a cheap two-man inflatable boat and two black nylon bags. She blew up the boat and got ready to go. She got a small bolt cutter, screw gun, and palm knife for the trip.
    Mercedes got to Nikki’s at midnight; they loaded Mercedes’ SUV and left. About one-quarter mile from Glenn’s boat, at an inlet, they unloaded everything into the water, and Nikki rowed off in Glenn’s direction. At Glenn’s boat, she tied up the inflatable and got on board. She cut the locks, took her red lens flash light and screw gun and went to work on the v-berth bolsters. She found half the money behind the first one. Behind the second was the other half of the money, about five million dollars in total. She didn’t bother putting things back, just