Rising Force by Wayne Stinnett

Author:Wayne Stinnett [Stinnett, Wayne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781732236011
Publisher: Down Island Press
Published: 2018-08-27T06:00:00+00:00

It was late when I woke. Bright sunlight streamed through the overhead porthole. By the angle, I could tell the morning was nearly half over. The previous night’s events were hazy after midnight. I don’t drink to excess very often, but I’d felt at ease last night and probably overindulged. Add to that the fact that yesterday was the first time I’d ever gotten high on pot. At least, the first time I’d willingly done so.

My mouth was dry, so I put on a pair of shorts and a faded yellow Rusty Anchor tee-shirt, then stepped up to the pilothouse to get a bottle of water from the fridge.

Kat was just turning on the stove. She was wearing my shirt from last night. It looked huge on her little frame, and I couldn’t tell if she had anything at all on beneath it.

“Sleep okay?” she asked, handing me an empty mug, then filling it with coffee.

I took a tentative sip. It was strong, the way I like it. “I don’t think I moved an inch after laying down.”

“Thanks for letting me borrow your shirt,” she said, as she placed six trips of bacon in a pan. “I usually sleep nude and don’t have anything clean.”

“Don’t mention it,” I said, looking around. “Where’s Finn?”

“Bill came to get him an hour ago. They’re around somewhere.”

“You didn’t have to make breakfast.”

“It’s the least I could do,” she said. “If you hadn’t been there the other night, I’d still be in Nassau. God, I hate that place.”

I took another sip of coffee. “Is this the place you and Benny were headed to?”

After several minutes, Kat placed the bacon on a straining rack and poured the grease from the pan into a glass.

“Yeah, sort of,” she replied, adding what looked like half a dozen whisked eggs to the skillet. “Benny was coming from Puerto Rico. He bought a bunch of scrips and was taking them to Miami to sell to a guy he knows there. Truth is, he never planned to come here. He just said that to get me to go with him.”

“Scrips?”

“Prescription drugs,” she offered. “Vicodin… Darvon… Demerol. I don’t really know what kind, and he didn’t tell me any of that until we were underway.”

“And he was taking them to sell in Miami?” I asked. “Why?”

Kat shrugged, as she moved the eggs around the skillet. “Higher price, I guess. Or just for the thrill of being a smuggler, maybe. Benny was like that.”

There was obviously more she wasn’t saying, due to the incident on the dock in Nassau. I knew there was a huge epidemic of prescription drug abuse in the States, and assumed it was probably the same all over the world. The pharmaceutical companies made far more than could possibly be prescribed, and out-of-date meds were often sold on the black market.

As she scooped the eggs onto two plates, I sat down at the dinette with my coffee. Kat slid the plate with the larger mound of eggs in front of me then sat down across the small table.

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