Chapter 11 – Port AransasTHEY SPENT THE NEXT morning idling away at the pool. Harley brought out the first round of beers shortly after ten in the morning. By one, all but Claire had opted for a siesta somewhere in the shade. Cole woke almost two hours later and walked inside to find her still at the table, combing through something on her computer. She was always focused, but this time she seemed even more so. “I’ve got a position.”
Cole sat down, still groggy, and looked at her for something more. “What kind of position?”
She looked back at him and almost smiled, as if this development marked something to celebrate. “I think I know the house where they’re holed up. We should take a drive.”
Cole found Matt and Harley and nudged both of them awake from their hammocks. Harley had his M4
