CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
Mackenzie White drank down her third margarita of the day and stared out at the ocean. She’d never been a huge fan of the beach but she did appreciate the cyclical nature of the tide and how no matter how far out to sea you stared, the horizon was unchanging, always there and permanent.
It also helped that this had been Ellington’s idea, after McGrath had basically insisted that they each take two weeks off following the events in Belton and Ellington’s subsequent recovery from the gunshot wound. Following McGrath’s suggestion, it had taken Ellington less than one day to recommend that they get the hell out of Dodge.
So now here they were, sitting under the canopy of a beachside bar in Montego Bay, Jamaica. It was the fourth day of a six-day trip and she was already s
