CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Edge might have been a fourteen-year-old kid who read too many nineties comics, but I had to admit he had skill. He clung to the shadows of the yacht, his dark costume blending in so seamlessly with the darkness that a few times I lost him entirely. He could move incredibly quietly when he wanted to, as well as quickly. In comparison to him, I was pretty clumsy, despite my best efforts to match his exact steps and movements.
According to Edge, the government weapon had been taken, not to the stateroom, but to the yacht’s cargo hold. It seemed strange to me that a yacht, of all things, would have a cargo hold, but Edge assured me that Seth’s yacht was specially designed to transport cargo that he didn’t want the government to know about. It made me wonder how Edge knew
