The Irish Mossad

This is a bit from my novel, Honeymoon Heist:

Frankie and Louie slithered in the front door of the Tamaya Resort, carefully looked around.

Geoff noticed them, but he wasn’t sure if they were the crooks or not.  He whispered to Tina.  “Don’t look, but I think the two guys who just came in might be the guys chasing us.”

Tina didn’t look, she put down her magazine, casually got up, kept her back to the door.  “The bar’s darker -- lets get a drink.  Not too fast, just be casual, very relaxed, don’t call attention to us.”  She smiled, waited for Geoff to get up.  “We’re just casually enjoying the quiet evening.”  She warmed her hands at the fireplace for a moment before they sauntered toward the side door of the bar, away from the two guys.  “Point at the mountains so we can keep our heads turned.”

Geoff pointed.  “Oh -- look -- mountains.”

Tina squelched a laugh.  “And into the bar we go.”

“Wow.  You’re awfully good at this -- were you a spy before we met?”

“Yes, I was in the Mossad -- the Irish Mossad.

“The Irish don’t --” He rolled his eyes.  They sat at a table near the side door.

The waitress walked up.  “What can I get you?”

“I’ll have a white wine spritzer -- not too much wine, lots of club soda, lots of ice.”

“I’ll have a Bushmills on the rocks.”

Frankie and Louie wandered through the lobby casually looking around.  They finally slipped into the bar from the front, sat at a table.  A different waitress walked over, took their order.

Geoff and Tina’s drinks came.

“Would you like anything else?”

“No, I’ll pay now, okay?”

“Sure.”  She set the bill on the table.  He checked it, took out his soggy wallet and squeezed it.  Water dripped out.  He peeled the wallet open, took out the soaked paper money in one big wet clump and pealed off a wet twenty. “Thanks, keep it.”

The waitress took it with two fingers, flopped it on her tray.  “Freshly laundered!  Thank you.”  She stopped.  “Oh! -- You were the couple who came through the lobby earlier in -- different outfits.”  She raised an eyebrow and tried not to look too amused.  “You went swimming, or something?”

“Shhhh.  Yes, that was us.  We’re trying not to be too conspicuous.”

The waitress whispered.  “It’s working -- I didn’t recognize you once you changed.”  She grinned.  “Well, have a nice evening.”

Tina sipped her spritzer and mumbled.  “A little too late for that, I’m afraid.”

The book starts with a wedding in a hot air balloon and a bank robbery, but it’s really about the chase.  The robbers chase them for a while and then they chase the robbers for a while.  They get chased in the balloon, on foot, in cars, in a plane, have a fight on the plane, emergency landing, chutes deploy, running all over the runways, in cars again, on foot again.  Food fight in a bakery.  They get kidnapped, and get away, all the usual stuff.