Miami is of course the drug capital of the US. I mean they are even making a movie out of Miami Vice, so it must be true.
If you need to get back in touch with a few contacts, and arrange a flight south, then Miami is the place. Plus it isn't as bloody hot as Phoenix. Mr. Sanchez took some time to tour some of his old haunts, and see what had changed.
The crocodiles were still there. Very useful. Very useful indeed. And they still looked just as hungry.
Taking a drive down to Key West, it was reassuring to sit and look out over the sea. There, to the south, was freedom & profit. And if that wasn't a good thing, nothing was.
Rounding off the trip though was Miami Beach. Nothing better than sitting on the beach watching the sun go down, reflecting on the fact that if the town was on the other side of the peninsula, then you would be able to watch the sun go down over the ocean rather than the town, and that this would have to lead to a greater number of mellowed out people, and what impact would that have on the demand for cocaine?
These are the sort of questions which come out when you are drinking a drink bigger than yourself.
