Eden
Day Two
As he sat in the command center staring blankly at his computer, Antonio imagined the limp body of the man sinking to the bottom of the sea wearing iron chains as ankle bracelets. It was too bad about the loss of the fisherman, but the men knew the rules. His father, the group’s leader, had woken him in the middle of the night and told him about the knifing incident, and the fiasco with the paperwork. Three of their men would be heading back to Bari soon to clean up the mess at the police station.
Even though the dead fisherman had been only an acquaintance, Antonio couldn’t help but think of Christian’s recent death. They had grown up together as children, catching fish off the boats to feed the island and later sharing hopes and plans while drinking wine by nighttime beac
