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hey watched East Beach all day long, working in four-hour shifts using the long lens, but it was mostly a waste of time. Shake knew instinctively that they were onto the target, but convincing evidence of that was tough to come by so far. They’d seen a few armed men walking along the beach, but they didn’t act like they were a security patrol. Around noon, a couple more had fired up the beached skiff and motored around out of sight on the other side of the island. There was just nothing that could be used to prove the men on that island were pirates, much less that they were involved in criminal activity. Likely they’d see more if they could get over to the West Beach, but that seemed impossible without using the junk, and he didn’t want to elicit a firefight if the boat was r
