Clint Faraday Collection C: Murder in Motion Collector's Edition Read Free

They spend
their time trying to impress each other. Nobody else will put up
with their crap. We get a few of the type now and then.”
    Judi nodded. “You want me to see if anybody
around here knows them?”
    “ I’d
appreciate it. I don’t know why they’re here at all, much less why
they’re so intent in getting attention. It reminds me of another
couple of assholes who were simply being a diversion.”
    “ Puerto
Armuelles. I remember that.”
    They chatted awhile, then Clint went home to
clean up his e-mail and such, then to lay around for the rest of
the day.
     
    “ Yo,
Clint!” Ben greeted. “Que paso?”
    Ben Longstreet was a gay man who lived not
far from Clint. They had become friends from the first.
    “ Not
much. You cork that Danny character’s bottle for him?”
    “ Not like
that! I would sort of like to gut punch him to death, but he and
his friends are such pathetic types.”
    “ Yeah. I
met them in the comarca.”
    “ They
were talking about some crazy gringo who stole their equipment in
Rambala. They didn’t know his name. He sounded like
you.”
    “ Guilty
as charged! It was a lot of illegal guns and such they took onto
the comarca to threaten the Indios. They learned a little about the
difference in Panamanian law and comarca law.”
    “ Serg
told me you’re a Ngobe. Orlando, the chief, declared it, so it’s
set in titanium steel.”
    “ Orlando
and Basilio! You don’t know how proud I am that they accept me that
much!”
    They chatted. Ben told Clint about the little
confrontation. Clint agreed that they were the type who would be
meek as rabbits if they weren’t all there, so it wasn’t too likely
one of them killed Danny. Clint said there was something a little
off about them. They seemed almost to be acting.
    He then laid around his place, fixed a few
little things such as a lock that was sticking because of the salt.
He later cleaned up and went into town to talk to people. Judi
called to say she and Ben were going to Refugio’s. Dave was playing
there with Curtis – if he showed up. Clint said he might drop in
there later.
    He went to the Nine Degrees for a very good
meal, if a bit pricey. Just before he left Sam, Freddie and Larry
came in. They glared at him a bit, but didn’t say anything to
him.
    He went to Refugio’s and talked awhile with
Judi, Ben and some overly-handsome bodybuilder type named Earl who
was with Ben. If it was anyone besides Ben, Clint would have
avoided the type. This one seemed to be more a regular person
without a bloated opinion of himself.
    Manny Mathews, a retired mafia don from the
states, came in with his wife to chat a bit. Clint met a girl from
Denmark who was vacationing in Bocas for three days. They got along
well. She stayed with him for the night – a very pleasant
night.
     
    Clint was laying in his hammock on his deck
at five thirty with his second cup of coffee waiting for the
sunrise. Most of them were beautiful here. At about a quarter to
six the light began to increase and the sky was dotted with
rose-pink clouds that slowly turned to salmon, then to slightly
reddish, but never turned into real red. It would be a nice
morning.
    Judi came onto her deck to water the orchids
and waved and wagged a finger at him. He didn’t bother to dress
until he decided what he was going to do. He had on a jock strap
this morning. Usually nothing.
    Inga came sleepily onto the deck and waved to
Judi. She asked Clint if he always came out there dressed like that
in the morning.
    “ Not
usually. I usually don’t wear the jock strap. Only when I have
company.”
    They chatted for a few minutes. Inga was
going to Bocas del Drago for the surf. Did he want to come
along?
    He said he had a few errands and a project or
two. She said she was leaving Bocas on the five o’clock water taxi
so probably wouldn’t see him before she left. She had a wonderful
night.
    Clint spent awhile, until after seven when
some stores opened in town, sending e-mails to