“And so you see the situation my superiors—in fact the entire Ministry of National Security and our Parliament—found themselves in.” Nearly whispering now. “What if our investigation shows that this was true? The CIA or the Pentagon sent a sniper down here to shoot Señor Moreno? And what if a police investigation finds that man and identifies the organization he works for. The implications could be great. In retaliation for that embarrassing revelation, there might be decisions made in the U.S. to change the immigration policy regarding the Bahamas. Or to change Customs’ policy. That would be very hard for us. The economy is not good here. We need Americans. We need the families who come here so their children can play with the dolphins and grandmother can do aerobics in the pool and husband and wife slip back to the room for their first romance in months. We can’t lose our tourists. Absolutely. And that means we can’t ruffle the feathers of Washington.”

“Do you think there would be that retribution if you conducted a more rigorous investigation?”

“It’s a reasonable explanation for the otherwise inexplicable fact that the lead investigator in the Moreno case—that is, myself—was, only two weeks ago, making certain proper fire exits existed in new buildings and that Jet Ski rental companies had paid all their fees on time.”

Poitier’s voice rose in volume and there was some steel in it. “But I have to tell you, Captain: I may have been assigned to Business Inspections and Licensing but there wasn’t a single inspection or license I handled that was not completed in a timely, thorough and honest manner.”

“I don’t doubt it, Corporal.”

“So it is troublesome for me to be given this case and yet not be given this case, if you understand my meaning.”

Silence, broken by a slot machine clattering loudly into Rhyme’s ear.

When the noise stopped, Mychal Poitier whispered, “The Moreno case is in dry dock here, Captain. But I assume yours is steaming ahead.”

“Correct.”

“And you are, I assume, pursuing a conspiracy charge.”

Selling him short indeed. “That’s right.”

“I looked for that name, Don Bruns. You said it was a cover.”

“Yes.”