Chapter 20“I-I-I was just going out for a walk,” Schofield sputtered nervously, his eyes squinting from the flashlight’s sharp glare.
“A walk?” said Blake, his voice chilling from the darkness of the yacht’s hull.
“Yes. Yes, sir.”
“That was one hell of a long walk.”
Schofield took a step backward. Immediately, the door he’d just come through slid open. He swung around and saw the figure of another man enter the room.
“He came here in a cab, Mr. Blake,” said the man. It was Eddie, Blake’s favorite stooge. “I tipped the driver and sent her on her way. Told her old Marty here had changed his mind.”
Schofield visibly cringed.
“Did he leave anything in the cab?” asked Blake.
“No. I asked,” answered Eddie.
Blake’s light slid up to Eddie’s face for a moment, revealing two black eyes and
