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“Fat lot of good it did I’ll waive my fee since I didn’t provide a usable product” He reached out, gripping Mick’s forearonna need it”

Chapter 7

The radio station was dohen Mick tried to check the forecast one last time Not that it mattered Hurricane Roy wasn’t the

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Wind buffeted the car with rain and debris The storot flattened or not

The faded signage said Hennessey Yacht Building Company: Hand-built vessels since 1884

Clearly nobody has much use for hand-tooled yachts since the econoht Mick

The warehouse was like any other in the area—rundown and unassu, crouched behind a dilapidated chain link fence that had a few holes big enough for a h The only boats in evidence wereuneasily on the churning waters of the Mississippi River The building itself was brick, its face dotted with dozens of small, filthy s, pockmarked in places by broken panes The place appeared to be abandoned to the vagrants and drug dealers who frequented the neighborhood

Mick fidgeted The Eye was a eight in his pocket, the deeted beside hier seat

“Mick, if this doesn’t—”

He laid a finger over her lips to stop her words “Save it, chère We’ll talk about it on the other side”

He handed her the Eye Gingerly, she placed it back into the case and snapped it closed Then she looked at his neither of them dared to speak

I believe it is time

Mick frowned at the intrusive voice But the deht

“Let’s go”