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the captain’s chair. “I only know of one other island. And it might be hit and miss finding it, because

it’s very small. But I can try.”

He places a hand on my shoulder and I startle for a moment. Then look at his hand, and up at him.

He removes his hand and we lock eyes. “Thank you,” he says.

I nod. Uncomfortable with his sincere appreciation. “No problem.”

My knowledge of Johnny Boston—the whole Boston family, actually—is just some vague

background stuff. I have heard of them. I know they’re dangerous. I know they’re not well liked in the

Way. But if he hadn’t told me his name I’d have never pegged him to be a banker. It’s not really a

leadership position in the Way and they’re definitely not inner circle. But there’s a lot worse ways to

fulfill your obligations.

I would’ve assumed he was muscle. A hit man. Or one of those guys in charge of money after it’s

collected. Looking at his body right now, it’s an easy assumption to jump to. It certainly suits him.

But that’s not who he is. I spot a satellite phone just to my right. But I quickly look back at the

navigation and spend a few seconds reevaluating him.

He’s pretty nice so far. I remember him coming into my cell and I remember him walking out and

leaving me there.

But he came back. And so far, he’s been more than accommodating.

Is this the real him? Or is this a trick?

It’s hard to know in our line of business. You can’t really trust anyone. Hell, I don’t think I would

have trusted my own father in certain situations.

But if all Johnny needs from me right now is to be pointed in a new direction, I can do that. So I

press the screen that controls the navigation and bring up the GPS. Our location is a green dot in the

middle of the sea. Nothing around us for miles.

But Nassau isn’t that far away, and from there I zoom in, searching for the little island in the

northwest.

“How do you know about this place?” Johnny asks. He’s right behind me, his hand gripping the

chair just behind my shoulder, brushing up against my skin in a way that makes me a little bit

uncomfortable.

I glance up at him, shiver involuntarily, and then quickly look away. “I work there.”

“Doing what exactly?”