Karageorgiu scoffed at this. He knew the real sources of the Grenadian syndicate and recited them with relish. Cocaine-crazed Colombians cruising the streets of Miami in armored vans crammed with Kalashnikovs. Degraded Cuban boat-lifters, speckled with prison tattoos, who would kill for a cigarette. Redneck American swindlers like "Big Bobby" Vesco, who had specialized in the sucker’s shell game with a series of offshore fronts.