CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Eight hours later, after a somewhat restful sleep, Eva found herself behind a window stained with muck, viewing with childlike fascination cargo ships loading and unloading their goods. Eva found she could only stand the sight of rectangular boxes shifted from ship to lorry for so long. Freeport was not the impression of Jamaica she had expected to get. A stuffy and already-hot apartment in the corner of a warehouse just reminded her of their reason for being there.
“Not all coconut rum and steel bands, is it?” Madden said from the bed they had shared the night before, not quite a double but with space enough for a close couple.
“We aren't here for the tourism,” she replied. “Doesn't mean I'm not interested though.”
Madden threw back the bed sheets, dragging on a rumple
