TWENTY-SEVENTHEY WERE WAITING FOR us to be at a safe distance to detonate this, I realized. Much better for them—the authorities wouldn’t find us for a while after an explosion in the middle of the night. A couple of bullet-ridden bodies on a lone motorboat would raise major questions if it turned up on a patrol.
“Jason, you better swim, and pray.”
This wasn’t shark territory, but a bleeding human might attract anything in this water. I needed these people to believe we were dead or a least going down in the explosion. If it went off and they thought we were not in the boat, they’d come around and finish us off, for sure.
Jason, still wincing, nodded his head with clenched teeth.
“Diana, I need you to get an ambulance to the harbor we pushed off from. Jason’s injured. Call the coast gu
