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Authors: Tracie Ingersoll Loy
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bucks a year. Sick.”
“With Hartz Island being so close, he could easily slip in and out, deep into the night, never detected,” said Kip. “All you need is a low-riding craft that radar doesn’t pick up.”
The men finished their meeting with a promise of keeping in touch. Jack and Kip headed back to the marina.
Cruising back to Hartz Island, Kip asked, “Do you want to take the helm?”
“Sure.” They switched places. Jack glanced over at Kip, who flexed his hand for several minutes. “Do you think it will ever get back to normal?”
“What?”
“Your hand.”
“Hell, I don’t know. Now that the weather is damper and cooler, it cramps up. I still can’t hold my gun very well.”
Jack studied his old boss from his Navy SEAL days and wondered how he would cope with the lingering disabilities incurred in Indonesia. Kip had been tracking down a terrorist camp, where they trained young Jihads, when he’d been purposely pushed into the street and hit by a speeding motorcycle. Someone was hoping for death instead of injuries.
“Is Jeannie expecting you back at a certain time?”
“No, she said to stay out as long as we needed.”
“If that’s the case, get the charts out and key in the coordinates to the GPS for the bay out in front of Armstrong’s rental. Once we cross into U.S. waters, we can come back around. You want to call it in?” Jack waited while Kip called in the change of course. “That was Armstrong in those photos. The Asian in the background was with him, I’m sure of it. He showed up twice in the surveillance pics. The night Jeannie and Montana were spying on him, there was another man at the house. While you were recuperating, both women, separately, ran into Armstrong on the ferry. Each time, there was an Asian man with him. Whatever is going on is dark.” Jack peered out of the wheelhouse. “Just like tonight.”
Once in American waters, Kip took over the steering. He dimmed the wheelhouse lights for better night vision. Jack retrieved a pair of high-powered night vision binoculars and scanned the waters.
“I’m shutting off the engines. We can float with the current. We’re far enough out no one would think anything of it.”
Jack studied the waters around them. “I don’t see any other boats around. What do you think about flipping off the bow and stern lights?”
“We can.” Kip flipped the switch and they rocked in darkness. “The wheelhouse window slides open if you want a clear look. According to GPS coordinates, we should be near.”
Jack positioned his body in the open window. The sounds of the water filled the cabin. Kip kept an eye on the water and the radar.
“Someone is standing on the deck smoking a cigarette,” said Jack.
“You’re shittin’ me. Can you see the face?”
“No, their back is to the water. Plus, they have a coat and hat on. I’m pretty sure it’s a man though.” Jack continued to watch. “He just left to go back in. Somebody has returned. The little red security lights are now lit. This gives me more reason to hang around.”
“How was your Los Angeles trip? Did you get what you wanted?”
“Not really. I promised Mike Ryan I’d try and find his sister. He’s in Japan working and living, and she hasn’t returned any e-mails or phone calls to him for some time. She sort of fell off the radar.”
“Has something happened to her?”
“Yes and no. Somehow she got hooked up with that Russian the FBI arrested, Sergei Koslov.”
“Holy crap, that’s not good.”
“I know. That slimeball bastard. When the FBI gets through with him, they’re going to find his hands in a lot of shit. I think they’ve barely touched what he’s involved with.”
“Is she in on it?”
“No. God, I hope not.”
“Not good. I’m going to restart the engine and come-about. How much longer do you want to stay out here?” Kip reached for the key.
“What time is it now?”
“Midnight.”
“Little bit longer.”
At one a.m.,
“With Hartz Island being so close, he could easily slip in and out, deep into the night, never detected,” said Kip. “All you need is a low-riding craft that radar doesn’t pick up.”
The men finished their meeting with a promise of keeping in touch. Jack and Kip headed back to the marina.
Cruising back to Hartz Island, Kip asked, “Do you want to take the helm?”
“Sure.” They switched places. Jack glanced over at Kip, who flexed his hand for several minutes. “Do you think it will ever get back to normal?”
“What?”
“Your hand.”
“Hell, I don’t know. Now that the weather is damper and cooler, it cramps up. I still can’t hold my gun very well.”
Jack studied his old boss from his Navy SEAL days and wondered how he would cope with the lingering disabilities incurred in Indonesia. Kip had been tracking down a terrorist camp, where they trained young Jihads, when he’d been purposely pushed into the street and hit by a speeding motorcycle. Someone was hoping for death instead of injuries.
“Is Jeannie expecting you back at a certain time?”
“No, she said to stay out as long as we needed.”
“If that’s the case, get the charts out and key in the coordinates to the GPS for the bay out in front of Armstrong’s rental. Once we cross into U.S. waters, we can come back around. You want to call it in?” Jack waited while Kip called in the change of course. “That was Armstrong in those photos. The Asian in the background was with him, I’m sure of it. He showed up twice in the surveillance pics. The night Jeannie and Montana were spying on him, there was another man at the house. While you were recuperating, both women, separately, ran into Armstrong on the ferry. Each time, there was an Asian man with him. Whatever is going on is dark.” Jack peered out of the wheelhouse. “Just like tonight.”
Once in American waters, Kip took over the steering. He dimmed the wheelhouse lights for better night vision. Jack retrieved a pair of high-powered night vision binoculars and scanned the waters.
“I’m shutting off the engines. We can float with the current. We’re far enough out no one would think anything of it.”
Jack studied the waters around them. “I don’t see any other boats around. What do you think about flipping off the bow and stern lights?”
“We can.” Kip flipped the switch and they rocked in darkness. “The wheelhouse window slides open if you want a clear look. According to GPS coordinates, we should be near.”
Jack positioned his body in the open window. The sounds of the water filled the cabin. Kip kept an eye on the water and the radar.
“Someone is standing on the deck smoking a cigarette,” said Jack.
“You’re shittin’ me. Can you see the face?”
“No, their back is to the water. Plus, they have a coat and hat on. I’m pretty sure it’s a man though.” Jack continued to watch. “He just left to go back in. Somebody has returned. The little red security lights are now lit. This gives me more reason to hang around.”
“How was your Los Angeles trip? Did you get what you wanted?”
“Not really. I promised Mike Ryan I’d try and find his sister. He’s in Japan working and living, and she hasn’t returned any e-mails or phone calls to him for some time. She sort of fell off the radar.”
“Has something happened to her?”
“Yes and no. Somehow she got hooked up with that Russian the FBI arrested, Sergei Koslov.”
“Holy crap, that’s not good.”
“I know. That slimeball bastard. When the FBI gets through with him, they’re going to find his hands in a lot of shit. I think they’ve barely touched what he’s involved with.”
“Is she in on it?”
“No. God, I hope not.”
“Not good. I’m going to restart the engine and come-about. How much longer do you want to stay out here?” Kip reached for the key.
“What time is it now?”
“Midnight.”
“Little bit longer.”
At one a.m.,
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