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Indiana! You don’t fucking care.
The machine sputtered to life, and the rich coffee aroma mingled with the salty air. Despite myself, the scent was inviting. Tyler’s love for good coffee bordered on extreme, a stark contrast to my own indifference.
He was taking forever, and certain it was to piss me off, I said, “Kingsley, have you got the info on where we’re going or not?”
He clicked his fingers, and when he bent over to reach into his bag, I got a fabulous view of his butt.
Dad made a noise like he’d swallowed his tongue, and I glared at him.
“Okay, here we go.” Tyler unfolded a piece of paper which was actually six sheets of A4 taped together. “May I?”
He pointed at the coffee table, and after Dad removed his drink and whiskey bottle, Tyler laid the pages out on the table.
“Ryder told me that you would be able to work this out,” he said.
“Ryder, huh?” I still had a beef with him. That bastard had me arrested, and after everything Dad and I did to save Piper for him.
I was in two minds about telling Tyler the deal was off, when I remembered the twenty grand. That was an amount I couldn’t refuse. Then again, if that money was already in my bank, then maybe I could fudge this search to suit me.
No. I wouldn’t do that. Dad and I did some things that skirted the law, but outright lying was not in our wheelhouse.
I leaned over the map, zeroing in on the spot Tyler pointed at.
“That’s in the middle of nowhere,” I said.
“That’s what Ryder said.”
“Why doesn’t he go there then?”
“The Border Force boats are out of action. One of them was attacked with armor-piercing bullets and has been written off. Did you know about that?”
I nodded. “What about the planes?”
“They are all up in Townsville at the moment.”
“That’d be right.”
Tyler sat beside Dad and rested his hands on his bare knees. “So that’s why we need your help. Do you know where that is?”
“Yeah. Unfortunately. How do you know there’s something out there?”
“Because the DIMS pointed at another?—”
“DIMS? What the fuck’s that?” Dad growled at Tyler.
“Sorry. We found a specialized computer in that yacht you salvaged that looks to be Chui’s Drug Inventory Management System. DIMS.”
Dad’s brows thumped together.
“Maybe that dot relates to where that shipping container fell off the ship?” I said.
“Maybe.” Tyler scrunched his nose. “Maybe not.”
“Have you caught the assholes involved in that case?” My mind formed a rotten picture of those poor victims floating around in that shipping container after it toppled overboard.
“Unfortunately not. But I’ll get those bastards.” Tyler clenched his jaw. “What those victims went through?—”
He shook his head, and a cocktail of sorrow and anger crossed his expression.
