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we were going to visit a local banker.”
     
    Savage looked back at Storm and said, “Did I say banker? I meant to say bookie.” He then opened the door which led into a narrow hallway with steps going up a floor. The second floor was dark with a musty damp smell, and the air was filled with smoke. Savage walked over to desk where a very dark skinned Jamaican sat smoking a cigar. The Jamaican, whose name was Krack, looked up at Savage and said, “Hey mon, you here to bust this poor hardworking Jamaican?”
     
    Savage replied, “No, your pretty Bermuda wife told me she can’t live without you. Otherwise I would deport your ugly butt back to Jamaica. Oh by the way, Krack. This is my good friend, Derek Storm. He’s here from the U.S. visiting.”
     
    Krack stood up and gave Storm a brother handshake and said, “Brother, you’re running with bad company.”
     
    Storm smiled and replied, “You got that right, brother.”
     
    Savage interrupted, “Enough with the brother talk. Krack, what’s going on out at Casemates? I hear there’s more out there than just oil flowing.”
     
    Krack hesitated to answer for a few seconds and asked, “Savage, did anyone follow you?”
     
    Savage replied, “No, why do you get so nervous when I mention Casemates? You know they can’t lock you up there anymore. What’s the matter?”
     
    Krack replied, “The street talk is that last week some brothers broke into Casemates in the middle of the night, and no one has heard from them since.”
     
    Savage added, ‘Don’t worry, Krack, we’ll protect you. Got anything else for us?”
     
    Krack said, “Yeah, but you didn’t hear this from me, or I’ll be a dead man.”
     
    Storm joined in, ”Not to worry, brother, spill it.”
     
    Krack added, “I hear they’re buying crazy stuff at crazy prices.”
     
    Savage asked, “Like what, mate?”
     
    Krack went on to say, “Speedboats, walkie talkies, palm pilots, fertilizer, lime, machetes, and lots of other stuff.”
     
    Storm and Savage looked at each other in shock. Savage turned back to Krack and said, “Thanks, mate. Tell your wife she’s stuck with you for a while.” Savage and Storm turned around, left the building, and continued down to Front Street without saying a word. Finally they made their way over to the harbor front where they could talk in private.
     
    Storm turned to Savage and said, “I can’t believe what I’m about to say, but it sounds to me like a few bomb components are being purchased out at Casemates. I wonder why they’re buying the speedboats. Do you think Krack really knows if any men are really missing? Have you seen any missing person reports?”
     
    Savage interrupted Storm by saying, “Wait just a minute, mate. You’re asking a lot of questions.”
     
    Storm replied, “I know, so give me some answers.”
     
    Savage went on, “Ok, Ok. First of all this sheik is very wealthy. He might want a fleet of speedboats. The lime could be a cheap way of painting the cell walls in Casemates. And no, there haven’t been any missing person reports filed in Bermuda for months. So, Storm, are you going to call in the cavalry now? ”
     
    Storm snapped back, “Are you kidding? There’s no missing persons! It’s not a crime to purchase speedboats, and who knows what the lime is really for. On top of that, our informant is a ‘crack head’ from Jamaica.”
     
    Savage stopped him saying, “Now wait a minute. He’s not a crack head: his name is Krack. I trust the man.”
     
    Storm added, “Good for you, but I’m not ready to trust him yet. So, Savage, what do you think we should do?”
     
    Savage replied, “It’s bloody simple to me, mate. First of all, we get back to St. George’s and wait at the ferry stop. Then we’ll follow those three Arabs when they arrive on the ferry tonight. It makes me wonder why these three are living in St. George’s when all the other foreign workers are living and working at the