CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
extinction is the rule
The boat slows, then slows again until we’re coasting.
Len opens the cabin door. The horizon is purpling with imminent dawn, and a quick check of my phone shows that we’re moments away from official sunrise. “You bring the cooler,” he says. “I’ll grab the money.”
The outer air is fresh but already hinting that today is going to be a warm one. Our boat loiters parallel to the shore as Wes looks for a safe landing spot. About twenty feet ahead, a wooden dock with four lit tiki torches juts into the strait. A man in all black, head covered with a balaclava, walks down the short pier, a ginormous machine gun strapped across his chest.
“How do they get weapons like that into the country?” I whisper.
“Remember who you’re dealing with, Lara. Alway
