Chapitre 37: Chapter 37: Canada!

"No, of course not. Strictly speaking, on the evening of Mr. Thomas's death, we were getting ready to do business according to the plan Dad laid out, buying cigarettes from the processing ship and then transporting them back to Warwick, where Mr. Wilson's truck would be waiting at the dock to load up and then drive the cigarettes to New York. He has a relative who owns a grocery store in New York and wanted to try to offload them..."

"This is your fucking plan?" Tommy Hawk's eyes widened as he blurted out, "Even a team of blind cops could crack the case!"