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The ship came into view froe, a Handymax-class oil tanker, its rust-streaked black hull two football fields long from stem to stern There wasn’t anyone visible on its deck It was flying a Guate

This is it, Vida thought It has to be

She thought the ship would stop, but it didn’t even slow as it passed, about a hundred yards fro boat She craned her neck up at the deck

Shouldn’t there be soht ship?

The ship passed on As the fishing boat bobbed in the tanker’s swell, Vida scanned the choppy surface to see if so had been tossed fro

Scanlon was opening the cooler on the deck belohen she placed the barrel of the Walther to the leathery back of his red, sun-beaten neck

“What is this?” she said “Where is it? You brought us to the wrong place”

Scanlon, unfazed by the gun, cracked his can of Bud as he slowly turned around “Why would I bring you to the wrong place?”

“To double-cross us,” Vida said “We weren’t given the coordinates Only you were You bring us here, to some bullshit point, then send another boat to the correct spot to grab the shipment for yourself”

Scanlon laughed and swigged his beer

“Lady, you have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” he said “Listen, Perrine and I go ay back We got drunk together in Paris at a NATO thing back when I was a SEAL Ask around Your buddies on the ship got spooked or tipped off or so this shit for twenty years It happens all the tio back to shore You call your people You’ll be —”

“Ahhh!” someone yelled behind him

Theat one another

“What happened?” Vida asked, rushing up

“Eduardo!” one of theo, and then I don’t knohat happened It see pulled him into the water!”