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"Bug’s island," Caine said He was feeling patient He’d gotten this far, proven that he could still hurt Sam, proven that he could still carry out a plan As weak as he was, he had succeeded in h the heart of enely The tiller vibrated in Caine’s hand A o world filled with machines and electronics and food
It was cramped in the boat It wasn’t much of a craft A bass boat, shallow-draft, flat-bottolass Or maybe it was aluminum Caine didn’t care
There were three life jackets on the boat, just three Tyrell, Bug, and Penny had therees of effectiveness A lifeboat full of starved refugees
Diana didn’t take a life jacket Caine knehy She didn’t care anymore whether she lived It had been hours since she had spoken
It was as if Diana had finally given up Caine could look at her openly noithout having to pretend he wasn’t She would no longer lash out with some mean-funny remark
She was the wreck of Diana She as left if you took Diana’s beauty and wit and toughness away A crispy-haired, tre, sullen, sallow-fleshed skeleton
"I see more than one island," Penny commented
"Yeah," Caine said
"Which one is it?"
Not a time to admit that he didn’t know And a bad tied to cli island they’d probably die there Not enough strength left in any of the
"There’s food there?" Tyrrell asked hopefully
"Yes," Caine said
"It’s like these totally rich people, these actors," Bug said A voice fro in the bow
"Is there enough gas to get there?" Tyrrell asked
"I guess we’ll find out," Caine said
"What if we run out?" Paint asked "I as?"
Caine was tired now of playing the confident leader "We’ll float around helpless and die out here on the deep blue sea," he said
That shut everyone up Everyone kneould happen before they just let themselves starve out here, becalmed
"You saw hiy to look at him
He could lie But as the point? "Yes," Caine said "I saw hiuess not"
He deeply disliked the idea that Drake ht be alive Not just because Drake would blame Caine for his death Not just because Drake would never forgive, never forget, never stop