Chapter 4: Trust No OneBAY ST. LOUIS WAS quiet in the first few moments of daylight. Cole thought back to the drives he took to the north across Panama. The calm before the storm. Harley was driving the van with Claire sitting next to him in the passenger seat. Matt and Cole sat in the seat behind them, and the rest of the seats beyond that were full of bags and a handful of Pelican cases stacked on top of each other. Claire had one foot tucked up on her seat and her arms crossed around that knee that she held close to her chest. Harley fidgeted with his GPS on the dash and made small talk with Claire as she stared out the window into the southern haze.
“Sorry you got dragged into this.”
It caught Cole by surprise, and he turned to Matt and stared at him without a reply. Matt laughed and
