Chapter 110
FBI Agent Marcus Reynolds hung on as Paul Stark slalomed the Customs boat across the bay. Just as clearly as the man knew nothing about guns, he was an expert in a speedboat. Probably had his own personal America’s Cup boat too, Marcus thought in disgust.
The Chong Chon Gang started to take shape out of the darkness.
He and Leona had disarmed the two garda, but at Paul’s insistence had left their hands free and let them keep the bottle. The crossing to the ship was under ten minutes, but they were already well on their way to drunk.
After checking that the tiny cabin had no hidden arms cache, he escorted the garda and their bottle inside and locked the door. Under the face of Leona’s weapon and stern gaze, they went without hesitation.
Damn but the woman was magnificent. I
