Chapter 2As we moored the launch against the marina pier, I realized the second trawler had disappeared from view. It had followed us at a safe distance, when we saw it was making its way northward. Opening fire in the middle of an inlet was one thing, but doing the same near a marina would have attracted too much attention.
One of the men from the boat-rental shed ran over to us when he saw the difficulty with which Mark was climbing over the bench and onto the pier.
“Are you okay?” He extended a hand to help Mark out of the boat.
“I’ll be just fine,” Mark said, cringing with pain.
Aziz had padded the wound with some gauze and plaster bandages that he had found in the first-aid box of the launch, but the sewing up would have to wait until they got to the hotel. He had taken care to w
