“Sir… I swear on my late wife’s soul,” the old man stammered, clasping his hands in a pleading gesture. “No one ties up there. No one! That section was condemned years ago. The waters are treacherous beneath that pier because of the debris from an old collapse; they’d tear apart the hull of any modern fishing boat. It was empty. It was empty all night! I checked the security cameras at the other piers before the power went out; I didn’t see anyone coming in or out. Please, don’t kill me, I don’t know anything!”
I stared at him for ten long seconds. As a predator at the top of the Wall Street food chain, I was an expert human polygraph. I could detect a lie in a boardroom from a hundred meters away.
This man wasn’t lying. He didn’t know anything.
No one knew anything.
The ship that had
