Chapter Thirty Seven

 

5:02 PM EST

 

Back at his Boca office, his plan proceeding, suspicious that his movements were being tracked, Zack checked his watch, 5:03 p.m. He went down to Ted’s office.

“Ted, how about let’s go over to the Jabberwocky, buy you a beer?”

“You serious?”

“Dead.”

“But”

“Come on, ride with me.”

“But”

 

At the Jabberwocky, Zack explained to Ted what was up. He swore him to secrecy, not even Mary was to be told.

Ted said, “I’ll be a monkey’s uncle son of a gun, you want them to think”

“Good thinking.”

Ted paused, “I think I just saw Jimbo come in”

“No you didn’t.”

 

Fifteen minutes later, as planned, Ted left the Jabberwocky and drove Zack’s Subaru to Pompano Marina. He parked where Zack had instructed he always parked, ambled to Veracity, boarded and made himself a drink. Sunday morning he was to drive Zack’s car to The Boca, park it, go inside for a while then drive home in his Dodge Van.