Revenge in the Keys by Matthew Rief

Author:Matthew Rief [Rief, Matthew & Rief, Matthew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-06T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Just before midnight, we loaded up all of our gear into the back of my Tacoma. As we stepped off the Baia to head out, I handed Jack a small waterproof radio.

“Channel four, privacy code eighty-two,” I said. Utilizing the privacy code with the two-way radio would make it so, even if someone were listening to channel four, they wouldn’t hear anything without also having the correct corresponding code. “Ange and I will both have one as well.” Then I handed him the keys. “There’s a shotgun under the master bed in the port roll-out compartment. Are you armed?”

He lifted his tee shirt, revealing a compact Desert Eagle strapped to his waist. I had no doubt that even if he were chased by a faster boat, Jack could outrun it. I doubted there was anyone alive who knew the hundreds of islands, shoals, sandbars, reefs, and ledges in the Keys as well as he did.

Before stepping onto the dock, I threw an arm over Jack’s shoulder. “Be careful,” I said. “I doubt these guys will try anything until you stop. It’s the location of the site they’re after. But still…”

“You too,” he said. “And watch out for the current. It gets pretty bad out there well beyond the reef line.”

I nodded, hearing the wisdom in his words. “Thanks for doing this, Jack.”

“Don’t mention it, bro,” he said, waving a hand at me. “I’d walk through traffic for you. We’re family. You may not believe it, but I want satisfaction for what happened to your dad as well. And anyone who messes with these islands and the people here has to mess with me as well. And don’t worry about me. The day some drug-running asshole chases me down in the Keys is the day hell freezes over.”

I laughed. “I’ve got your word, then? Not a scratch on her?”

“Will you get going, you pirate?” he said, grinning as he finished the line of dialogue from one of our favorite movies.

I stepped onto the dock, joining Ange and Scott there, then the three of us moved down towards the parking lot. A soft breeze blew in from the east, causing a few small whitecaps to form out at the mouth of the bay between Wisteria and Sunset Key. It would make landing out on the open ocean in a seaplane difficult, but I knew that if there was anyone who was up to the challenge of something difficult, it was Ange.

The parking lot was less than a quarter full, and they were mostly vehicles that I recognized, owned by people who lived aboard their boats. The police vehicle was still parked near the front, and we walked right by an officer leaning back in his chair and watching a video on his phone. He had an empty box of Red Buoy Donuts resting on his dashboard, and he looked like he was about to pass out.

As we climbed into my Tacoma, I spotted a silver Kia that was parked in the

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