Drake wasn't expecting visitors ...Which is why he was so wary when
Hazel told him about the two strangers pulling into their drive.
Drake watched as the two men got out of their car and walked toward
them. They were Easterners; the cut of their business suits announced
that.They didn't look like hoods. And they weren't cops. Drake had a
built-in radar for fuzz. But there was something cop-like in the
swaggering attitude.
Whoever they were Drake didn't like them. Especially when they tried to
get smart with Hazel. That's when Drake shot one in the arm. They quit
fooling around then and handed Drake and envelope. It was from
Washington. About his friend Karl Erikson in a Spanish prison. Drake
wasn't thinking right then about his friend. He was thinking that some
damn fool in Washington had blown his cover. And he had better get the
hell away fast before his past caught up with him again.