Her back to Roderick, Austin perched on the edge of the pecky-Cyprus coffee table, finished to look like driftwood. She gazed through the glass wall, past the frothy waves to where the water touched the sky. Behind her, on the long expanse of leather sofa, Roderick continued his drug-induced sleep. For most of the last half hour, she’d watched him, his mouth slightly open, chest rising and falling with rhythmic shallow breaths. His resemblance to the man she’d met less than one hundred hours earlier continued to fade.
Her back toRoderick, cBeyond the glass, a white dot slipped over the horizon, where blue water met even bluer sky. From the table Austin picked up a pair of binoculars and adjusted them until her target came into focus. Even through the powerful lenses, the massive ship app
