The Last Flight of the Ariel. Joseph Dylan Dylan

ten years ago, a guy asked me to fly some product for him out of Colombia. I wasn’t keen on it, but my back was against the wall. More jobs came my way. Pretty soon, I was making good money. I was making really, really good money. I didn’t see it as anything different than what my uncles had done hauling booze during Prohibition. Still don’t. The way I see it, a fella’s got a right to poison his body any way he wants, whether it’s liquor or drugs. Now, drugs are worse, I realize that. But I was too deep in. I’m still too deep in. Hell, I’ll do those two jobs for you, but that’s it. You tell your guy that.”

      As Hewlett was leaving, he said to Davis, “Rosario. Know the name?”

      “Rosario??”

      “He’s the one who’s got me dangling from a chain. Roland Rosario. If anyone asks you if you ever heard of him, deny it. Deny it emphatically.”