CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
“What?” Zero shouted over the roar of the speedboat’s dual engines. Maria, at the helm, had yelled something over her shoulder, but he hadn’t heard a word.
He maneuvered closer to her—they’d been on the water for about thirty minutes, and he was finally getting used to the inertia of the rocketing boat—and put his ear close to her mouth.
“I said, we’re not going to get within a mile of the bridge on this thing!” she shouted in his ear. “There’s going to be Coast Guard, police, probably helicopters. So what’s the plan?”
“We’re going to head up the East River to the southern tip of Roosevelt Island,” he yelled back. “That’s probably the closest we’re going to be able to get. There’s a tram that runs every eight minutes to the Manhattan side of the bridge.”
“And from t
