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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. NINETEEN
  23. TWENTY
  24. TWENTY-ONE
  25. TWENTY-TWO
  26. TWENTY-THREE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR
  28. TWENTY-FIVE
  29. TWENTY-SIX
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. TWENTY-NINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. THIRTY-ONE
  35. THIRTY-TWO
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  40. THIRTY-SEVEN
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  50. FORTY-SEVEN
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  53. FIFTY
  54. FIFTY-ONE
  55. FIFTY-TWO
  56. FIFTY-THREE
  57. FIFTY-FOUR
  58. FIFTY-FIVE
  59. FIFTY-SIX
  60. FIFTY-SEVEN
  61. FIFTY-EIGHT
  62. FIFTY-NINE
  63. SIXTY
  64. SIXTY-ONE
  65. SIXTY-TWO
  66. SIXTY-THREE
  67. SIXTY-FOUR
  68. SIXTY-FIVE
  69. SIXTY-SIX
  70. SIXTY-SEVEN
  71. SIXTY-EIGHT
  72. SIXTY-NINE
  73. SEVENTY
  74. SEVENTY-ONE
  75. SEVENTY-TWO
  76. SEVENTY-THREE
  77. SEVENTY-FOUR
  78. SEVENTY-FIVE
  79. SEVENTY-SIX
  80. Praise for Blood in the Water
  81. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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“How will you do that?”

“I have my ways.” Cormack clicked off the phone. He’d sounded confident on the phone. That was something he’d always been good at—feigning confidence when he had little of it.

The call came a half hour later. “He was dropped off twenty minutes ago,” Steele said. “He was inside the warehouse for around fifteen, then a boat pulled up out back and he got on it. They headed out into the harbor.”

“What was the name of the boat?” Cormack asked.

“It was the Lucy Dunovan III.”

“A trawler,” Cormack said. He knew almost all the boats that spent any significant time in the harbor. “It’s owned by an outfit out of Gloucester.”

“MS-13 is making inroads up there. Maybe they’ve got a connection.”

“They do,” Cormack said. “It’s a boat they use to run drugs.”

“How do you know?”

“I get a tribute,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Right,” she said. She should have realized. “So what now?”

“I’ll take it from here.”

“Is there anything else I can do?”

“You’ve done more than you should have. I appreciate it.” He started to click the phone off.

“Cormack,” he heard her say.

“Yeah?”

There was silence on the line. “Let me know when you get back, OK?”

“You’ll be the first.”

When she hung up the phone, Kit Steele felt ill. She wondered whether she would ever see Cormack again, and figured it was even odds that she wouldn’t. She recalled how she’d felt less than a week before, when she thought she’d lost him in the attack on the Mariner. She’d been surprised by the depths of her sorrow at the time. She’d believed before that moment that he was merely a part of her plan—a functionary in her quest to gather and use information that might help combat the likes of Vincente Carpio. It was a worthy mission, she believed, and one that at times justified questionable tactics. Cormack played an important role in her being able to carry out that mission.

But somewhere along the way, the lines got blurred without her even realizing it. Somehow he had touched something in her that had been dead for more than a half a decade. Letting someone back in that way made her uncomfortable. It scared her. She didn’t know whether she could survive another loss.

FORTY-SEVEN