Forty-threeGrand Cayman Island › Tuesday, December 9, 2008 › 15h35
Jayson guessed the Sea-No-Evil had a value of roughly fifteen million. Small change, considering the millions of dollars generated on his dead clients’ accounts, hidden somewhere as ones and zeros in numbered offshore accounts, or as bundles of greenbacks hidden in vaults, or a combination of both. At least, that’s what he’d concluded when he believed he’d solved the mystery of the one pair beats three of a kind. He sat in the auxiliary pilot’s seat on the Queen’s Ransom, on the bridge. His sunglasses were in his hair; the sun was well behind them. Tony sat next to him, piloting the Queen toward southeastern Cuba. Will and Tanner were fishing off the rear deck.
A pint glass sat before him, on the bridge console. He engag
