Round dough with a hole isn’t necessarily a bagel.
Even if it was the best bagel ever, the damn breakfast sandwich at that airport price made Martin Klugh feel mugged.
The dope was in locker 314, he’d flown from Cyprus with the key in his pocket.
Martin’s stomach lurched from more than just overpriced food.
The custodian, absently sweeping near the lockers was Arthur Pelle, a DEA hotshot Tino Moustakas had ID’d months ago.
Martin walked out the wrong door, Departures.
A couple said goodbyes in an intense embrace.
Martin coolly dropped the locker key in the man’s back pocket.
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Thanks to at
…for the cool prompt, as I was just at the airport today. I promise I didn’t have any dope stashed in a locker.
No dope stashed anywhere. Right?
Very slick. Moustakas is olive complexioned with an upper lip begging for a moustache, no?