Let's Make A Drug Deal

Let's Make a Drug DealIn the week before Christmas of 1987, I got an unexpected phone call from a young Englishman named John Bevan, whom I'd first met 11 years earlier, when I was running a charter yacht in the West Indies. John, who was then 16, was living in the Caribbean with his parents aboard an old wooden schooner that the family had recently sailed across the Atlantic.The boy eventually became a professional yacht captain, and I'd seen little of him since 1976, except for an occasional m...