“Who’s looking for me?”
Wheeler dug his hands deep into his pockets. “It seems like all of Texas is looking for something right now.”
With reluctance, Cole said, “I should go then.”
“Seriously, where are you going?”
“If you really want to know—Cozumel.”
“What’s down there?”
“Nothing good, but there’s nothing good for me anywhere these days.”
He fired up the engines and they rattled briefly before settling down. Cole smelled the exhaust, and for a moment he felt some relief from the digging pain in his chest. Next to the console was a six pack of water bottles. Cole pulled one, opened it, and chugged the entire thing in one pull. It gave him some relief from the post-rum cotton tongue. He untied the bow line and Wheeler grabbed the stern line, holding it until Cole nodded for him to
