Tax Fugitive Ii
August, 1987
My accountant and I met for the first time at a place called The Adventurers Club. Very damned appropriate, it seemed to me, because I'd been crouched in the deep bush for years and years without paying Federal income tax (Against the Wind, Playboy, April). I'd had my reasons at the time I went off the track, but I'd outgrown them; and now I wanted passage back over to the legal side of the border, which was going to take a guide who knew how to wield the big machete.Just inside the door of the...
