Chapter Sixty-seven
Cat steadied her binoculars on the railing that surrounded the fifth, upper most tier of the oil rig and leaned into the wind that tore relentlessly at her clothing. She watched a thin semicircle of white foam shearing an arc toward the drilling platform. It was the wake kicked up by two powerful outboard motors. And if she squinted hard enough, she could just make out four dark figures hunkered down behind the boat’s steering console.
“Wha’dyah got?”
Cat straightened and handed the binoculars to Mickey. “An inflatable boat. Powerful. With four men aboard. I take it to be about five miles out and moving fast.”
Mickey held the binoculars up and quickly spotted the approaching boat. “Kinda bold of them, don’t you think? They take great pains to hide the yacht and then
