Heaven's Prisoners Page #2

meddling in DEA business...

'cause I don't want to have

to come back out here...

bring immigration with me.

Maybe take something you were

planning on hanging onto.

Hey.

Can't stop being a homicide

detective, can you?

Boy, that DEA agent

really got under your skin.

He was trying to give me

some sort of shuck...

about one of the people

on the plane.

Hey, that pilot was a priest

probably just muling illegals.

Nothing new about that...

certainly nothing the DEA

should care about anyway...

but the guy with the tattoo...

they want me to try to pretend

I never saw him.

It sounds like good advice

to me.

Thing is, I think that

whoever blew up that plane...

was trying to smoke that guy.

And we weren't supposed

to see it.

What about Alafair?

Well, that's what's

bothering me.

Whoever took out that plane...

wasn't counting on

anyone else being on board.

They certainly weren't

counting on anyone surviving.

You think someone

might come after her?

I think I need to find out more

about the guy in that plane.

Dave. Dave, Dave.

I'd throw it all

right back in the water, me.

It's nobody's business, Dave.

Nobody's.

- Is Robin around?

- Yeah. She's on next.

Hey, customers

aren't allowed back there.

I'm not a customer.

F*** off, Jerry.

Hey.

They put the first team

back on the street?

How are you doing, Streak?

I heard you were

back on the bayou...

selling worms and all that jazz.

That's right.

I'm just a tourist here now.

You really hung it up for good?

- That's right.

- That must take guts...

just to boogie on out of it

one day...

and do something weird

like sell bait.

What did you say,

"Sayonara, crime-stoppers?

"Keep your guns in your pants."

- Something like that, yeah.

- Mm-hmm.

Although I am in town

to find out about a guy.

I think he might have

come in here.

I'm not exactly

an information center, Streak.

A lot of guys come in here.

Well, this one

you definitely would remember.

A big dark guy with a head

the size of a watermelon...

and a tattoo of a green-and-red

snake on his chest.

Now, why would I get to see it?

Here comes the bride.

Robin, you're not

dropping the dime on anybody...

'cause the guy's already dead.

He was killed in a plane crash

with some illegals and a priest.

The only survivor

was a little girl.

And Annie and I

are just trying to find out...

everything about her

that we can.

Annie.

How is Annie?

She and I really ought to

get together one of these days.

Hey, Jerry, wake up.

The lady wants a drink. Give me

a fresh orange slice this time.

I don't know what Johnny Dartez

would be doing...

with a priest and some illegals.

Who's Johnny Dartez?

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