CHAPTER FORTY FIVE
Reid reached out with both hands, his arms outstretched as far as they could go, but he knew before he hit the river’s surface that he would miss.
He smacked into the water in a nasty belly flop, the shock of the cold water as tortuous as the painful landing. It was the least he deserved for letting the man get away, he thought as he was enveloped in darkness and water.
Something rough brushed against his face.
His hands instinctively reached for it before his brain realized what it was, but as soon as his fists closed around it he knew: it was the rope, the one he had used to lash the speedboat to the freighter. And the other end of it was tied to the speedboat’s bow.
The rope went taut and Reid was yanked forward. He tried to yelp as his shoulders threatened to di
