Chapter 18Arik
It had only taken the concierge thirty minutes to arrange for the speedboat that they’d been promised would get Arik and Blaze back to the mainland in half the time as the ferry. They’d even been classy enough not to use the phrase “for the low-low price of.”
The weather had taken a turn to the ugly. Not stormy—Arik offered up a silent thanks to whichever cranky little fucker ruled the sea and the sky—but dark. Like the sun had just given up and decided to call it a day.
The sea reflected the sky above: gloomy, dark, grumpy. They felt the waves more than they saw them, but they’d been warned of that in advance. One didn’t take to crossing the water with a speedboat if one was looking for a comfortable ride. But if they were going to make the meeting at two…
The boat lurc
