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Arrival
Morris Bay.
The skids of the Quest Kodiak single-engine floatplane touched down in the calm waters of Morris Bay. Water sprayed from them in protest. The plane taxied toward a small, private dock. From the rear passenger seat, Karim Zahir pressed his dark sunglasses further up. He glanced out the windshield at Rojas’s estate and eyed two armed men standing on the dock.
Zahir wore a long-sleeved, button-down shirt which was open several buttons. The light-colored suit jacket and slacks stood in sharp contrast to his dark features. A beautiful young woman with bronze skin sat quietly next to him.
Zahir ran his eyes down her body and grinned. He leaned to her. “If you want to be alive,” he whispered, “you will stay very, very quiet.”
Her lower lip began to tremble.
“Mr. Zahi
