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dropped anchor and settled in for the night. I didn’t have a plan yet, but I was working on one.
I called Jason’s number and he picked up on the third ring. “Hey, Jason.”
“Dev. What’s going on?”
“I’m out on my boat right now. I need you to do me a favor.”
“Sure, Dev. What is it?”
“Can you get over to the marina and get my Jeep? I need you to take it over to your place tonight. You know where I keep the spare key?” I asked.
“Yeah. What’s going on, Dev? Why can’t you bring it over yourself?”
“I’m literally out on my boat. You’ll have to bring the Jeep to me when I decide where I’m going. Right now I need to get it away from the marina. Listen, Jason. I need you to do it now, while it’s early, not later tonight. Is that okay?”
Jason paused. “No, Dev. I’m not doing another thing for you until you tell me what’s going on.”
“Jason. I promise I’ll tell you everything when I see you tomorrow. But right now, I need your help. Will you do it for me? Please?”
He buckled, as usual. “Okay, Dev. But this is the last time, unless you keep your promise and tell me what the devil is going on. Understand?”
“I understand. You need to get over there right now. If you see anyone hanging around my slip, just leave. Don’t go anywhere near them, and don’t let them see you take my Jeep. I’ll call you tomorrow when I dock to let you know where to bring it.”
“You’d better keep your promise.”
“I will,” I said, then powered off my cell phone.
I made a sandwich and took a bottle of water from the refrigerator. Rifling through a stack of books I kept in a cupboard over the dining table, I spotted what I was looking for, and I pulled the book down from the shelf. The Fine Art of Sailing . I’d picked it up just before I bought the Plan B , but hadn’t had a chance to read it. I settled down in a chair on the deck with a lantern, my dinner, and the book, and started to read.
It was past eleven when I finally checked my watch. I closed the book, picked up my empty plate and the lantern, and went inside. I lay in bed, noticing every movement of the boat. It was very dark and quiet out t here. I dozed off a couple of times, but a disturbing dream kept jarring me out of my sleep. Around three in the morning, as I tried to fall back to sleep, I heard the faint sound of an engine in the distance. I got up and felt my way to the door. I didn’t want to put on my anchor lights, but I didn’t want any boats to run into me, either. Scanning the horizon in the direction of the sound, I spotted lights coming toward me. Would those two thugs actually procure a boat and come looking for me? That was ridiculous. They could have no hope of finding me out in the vast ocean, in the middle of the night. I was just being paranoid. But still, I watched as the vessel made its way past my position and proceeded north — probably headed for Catalina Island. I went back to bed and tried to think of a plan.
It seemed like an eternity before the sun finally began to peak over the horizon. I sat up in my bunk and peered out the window to check the weather. It was barely light enough to make out the shape of something strange, just off of the starboard side. I strained my eyes to focus on the object. Oh my God, it’s a boat . I jumped out of bed, frantically searching for my deck shoes. Just as I got the second one on, I could see the hatch door latch turn. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. I just sat there, paralyzed with fear. Then I heard a familiar voice inside my head telling me, Don’t panic. Never panic. It won’t help.
The ugly scarred face of the ponytailed thug smirked at me through the open hatch. “Top of the morning to you, ma’am. Permission to board?”
“It’s a little late to ask permission,” I said. “You’re already on
I called Jason’s number and he picked up on the third ring. “Hey, Jason.”
“Dev. What’s going on?”
“I’m out on my boat right now. I need you to do me a favor.”
“Sure, Dev. What is it?”
“Can you get over to the marina and get my Jeep? I need you to take it over to your place tonight. You know where I keep the spare key?” I asked.
“Yeah. What’s going on, Dev? Why can’t you bring it over yourself?”
“I’m literally out on my boat. You’ll have to bring the Jeep to me when I decide where I’m going. Right now I need to get it away from the marina. Listen, Jason. I need you to do it now, while it’s early, not later tonight. Is that okay?”
Jason paused. “No, Dev. I’m not doing another thing for you until you tell me what’s going on.”
“Jason. I promise I’ll tell you everything when I see you tomorrow. But right now, I need your help. Will you do it for me? Please?”
He buckled, as usual. “Okay, Dev. But this is the last time, unless you keep your promise and tell me what the devil is going on. Understand?”
“I understand. You need to get over there right now. If you see anyone hanging around my slip, just leave. Don’t go anywhere near them, and don’t let them see you take my Jeep. I’ll call you tomorrow when I dock to let you know where to bring it.”
“You’d better keep your promise.”
“I will,” I said, then powered off my cell phone.
I made a sandwich and took a bottle of water from the refrigerator. Rifling through a stack of books I kept in a cupboard over the dining table, I spotted what I was looking for, and I pulled the book down from the shelf. The Fine Art of Sailing . I’d picked it up just before I bought the Plan B , but hadn’t had a chance to read it. I settled down in a chair on the deck with a lantern, my dinner, and the book, and started to read.
It was past eleven when I finally checked my watch. I closed the book, picked up my empty plate and the lantern, and went inside. I lay in bed, noticing every movement of the boat. It was very dark and quiet out t here. I dozed off a couple of times, but a disturbing dream kept jarring me out of my sleep. Around three in the morning, as I tried to fall back to sleep, I heard the faint sound of an engine in the distance. I got up and felt my way to the door. I didn’t want to put on my anchor lights, but I didn’t want any boats to run into me, either. Scanning the horizon in the direction of the sound, I spotted lights coming toward me. Would those two thugs actually procure a boat and come looking for me? That was ridiculous. They could have no hope of finding me out in the vast ocean, in the middle of the night. I was just being paranoid. But still, I watched as the vessel made its way past my position and proceeded north — probably headed for Catalina Island. I went back to bed and tried to think of a plan.
It seemed like an eternity before the sun finally began to peak over the horizon. I sat up in my bunk and peered out the window to check the weather. It was barely light enough to make out the shape of something strange, just off of the starboard side. I strained my eyes to focus on the object. Oh my God, it’s a boat . I jumped out of bed, frantically searching for my deck shoes. Just as I got the second one on, I could see the hatch door latch turn. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. I just sat there, paralyzed with fear. Then I heard a familiar voice inside my head telling me, Don’t panic. Never panic. It won’t help.
The ugly scarred face of the ponytailed thug smirked at me through the open hatch. “Top of the morning to you, ma’am. Permission to board?”
“It’s a little late to ask permission,” I said. “You’re already on
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