“What’s the latest on Trini? Why did he shoot the two FBI guys?”
“Well, from what I hear on the grapevine, the two agents tried to get him out of bed too early in the morning, and it irritated him, so he shot them both.”
“Are you serious?”
“Absolutely. He just went nuts, ac
cording to the agent who’s still alive.”
“Well, since he was standing at the foot of my bed in the middle of the night, threatening to kill me, I guess he missed some sleep. Some people are just grumpy if they don’t get their eight hours.”
“So, what’s your next move?”
“Vito says he’ll be talking to Trini, who will want the details on how we begged for our lives.”
“Did you beg for your lives?”
“No. I concentrated on getting Vito to call Eduardo before he spread us around the cellar. But Vito is going to give Trini details that will please him and then call me and tell me where Trini is, if he can find out. He says Trini is with his Arab friends—or towelheads, as he prefers to call them.”
“I thought the FBI arrested all the towelheads.”
“So did I, but apparently there’s an abundant supply of them.”
“I think I’d like to talk to the towelheads,” Dino said.
“Tell you what: We work together on this, you take the towelheads, and we’ll take Trini.”
“What are you going to do with him?”
“Take him back to Florida and get him tried.”
“That’s a sweet idea. I hope it works for you.”
“You going to help?”
“Okay, you get me a location on Trini and his buddies and I’ll supply a SWAT team. I’ll get a judge to honor Holly’s warrant, and you three can hotfoot it to the airport. I’ll take the towelheads home with me.”
“You’ve got a deal, but no FBI.”
“Why would I want those guys around to take the credit?”
“Why, indeed?”
“Dinner tomorrow?”
“You’re on.”
“And you’re still buying, remember?”
“I remember.”
Dino hung up, and Stone called Eduardo.
“Stone, are you all right?”
“Thanks to your help, I am, Eduardo.”
“I want to apologize for these people of ours.”