BRYCE DRANK THIRSTILY till there wasn’t a drop left.
He stared at the empty bottle as though it could produce an answer to their predicament. Now that G had met the contact, Bryce was determined to get them home or die trying.
His sole assignment, if only it were that simple, was to get them in and out of Tangier.
It was G’s call whether to take the asylum-seeker home with him, or not. But considering what just happened, it appeared to be a done deal.
He mulled their situation. With an injured man along for the return journey, leaking blood at that, swimming to Tarifa was out of the question.
Risk it, and they’d all be shark bait.
Survival 101: Find food and a place to rest. He leant his head on his knees trying but failing, to clear his head.
His desperation was palpable, but it wa
