Chapter 4
Jean
There's a beautiful, battered, very scared young woman playing tough in the bottom of my boat, and I’m pretty ambivalent about it. Making an easy ten thousand in cash and jewels without ever having to lay my hands on the damn safe is not a bad night's work. But this particular night's work comes with baggage, and I don't yet know how big of a problem I just bought myself.
"What's your name?" I ask her quietly, and she swallows and glances behind her again.
"Cara," she murmurs. Then her resolve and her voice both firm. "It was supposed to be Cara Gamble, but he just f****d that up."
"I would say so. Do you think you need a doctor?" I have a few clinic owners who owe me favors, but most of them are back in Havana, not at the resort or out in the hills.
"No, I just need t
