“Let me know if there’s anything else you need,” Tommy said. The line went dead. Tommy gave a look in his mirror at the Lucy Dunovan, powering in the other direction. He wondered what Cormack’s interest in the boat was, but quickly put the question out of his head. Whatever the interest was, it was none of his business. Cormack had radioed earlier and asked him to keep an eye out for the vessel, but beyond that, he had no desire to be mixed up in anything that might be illegal or dangerous. He was aware of a lot of the illicit activity that went on around the harbor, but he kept his nose clean and did his work. He had two kids in college, and he was focused on paying for their education. He didn’t want any trouble.

“They’re headed south,” Cormack said. Buddy and Cicero were in the office with him, and he looked out the window. Off in the distance, he could see a trawler headed past Deer Island, just south of the airport. “That must be them,” he said, pointing. It was a nondescript boat, but at the moment, it was the only thing on the water of any interest to Cormack. They would have a visual for another minute or two, but then the boat would round the corner at Castle Island and be gone. He had to know where the boat was going.

“You have others out there?” Cicero asked.

Cormack nodded. “I’ve got a network at the ready that can see them wherever they go without attracting attention.”

“Who’s up next?”

“Based on where they’re headed, they should be off Spectacle Island in a moment. I’ve got Romero out there working on the pilings off the south pier.” He picked up the radio handset on the desk and tuned it to a particular frequency. “Romero, you there?”

The answer was instantaneous. “Yeah, Boss,” Sal Romero’s voice came through the radio.

“The Lucy Dunovan is headed your way. I need eyes on her.”

“You got it, Boss.”

“Let me know when you’ve got contact.”

“Will do.”

Cormack put the radio down. “If they get to Quincy Bay, Mel Costa’s there. He’s got lobster traps lined up all the way down to Hull, so he can keep an eye on them without looking suspicious. If they head east toward the outer islands, I’ve got two boats running supplies out to Little Brewster. Between those, I think we should have him covered.”

“Should,” Buddy said quietly.

“It’s the best we can do. Soh was clear that if he sees anyone following him or his men, he’ll kill her. I’m not letting that happen. Any eyes we have on that boat have to stay low and look normal.”

“What if it’s not enough? What if your people lose sight of that boat?”