Dawn was breaking and she saw seagulls in the distance. She took manual charge and eventually moored at a small jetty, Joe still banging and cursing under the main hatch, before stepping ashore to look for a telephone. The coast guard’s office lay ahead and she started up the road.
“Where’s Joe?” asked a female voice, and Rose turned to see a tall leggy blonde girl heading towards her.
“I left him on board, he didn’t feel very good,” she improvised. “And you are?”
“A friend, he was to pick me up for the transfer.”
“When?”
“About now, so I think we have a little problem,” said Annaliese, pulling a gun from her pocket. “The problem is I know all about you, Joe is one of our more reliable couriers and had the auto pilot preprogramed so you came nicely into the trap all unsuspecting. Told
