It was a perfect day. Kim tilted his head to dodge a mischievous seagull that swooped down to snatch his hat.
"Damn bird!" he muttered under his breath, careful not to raise his voice.
He squeezed between the railings, drenched in sweat, and painstakingly stayed out of sight from the cameras and onlookers.
His attention was critical. Any slip could detonate the bomb too soon, sending him and everyone else aboard to a watery grave.
He had regretted the deal from the moment the money had changed hands, especially since the Yanceys had taken his beloved wife.
Damn it all!
After setting the timer on the device, beads of sweat glistened on his tensed muscles. All he needed to do now was map out his escape...
"What are you doing?"
A kid's voice suddenly pierced the air, nearly causing Ki
