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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
  36. THIRTY-THREE
  37. THIRTY-FOUR
  38. THIRTY-FIVE
  39. THIRTY-SIX
  40. THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. THIRTY-NINE
  43. FORTY
  44. FORTY-ONE
  45. FORTY-TWO
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  47. FORTY-FOUR
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  49. FORTY-SIX
  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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Buddy pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. “Hey.” He paused. “No, I can’t really talk right now.” Another pause. “Yeah, he’s still there.”

Nate’s mind began to wander. What would he have done with the money if the score had materialized tonight? It was pointless to think about. That was just torturing himself.

“OK, I don’t know if I can tomorrow, but I’ll think about it,” Buddy said. He tapped the phone off and put it in his pocket.

“They say it’s gonna be even colder tomorrow,” Nate said, burying his hands deeper into his pockets. “You should really think about calling in sick. You’ve earned it, and tomorrow’s really gonna suck.”

Buddy nodded. “Tomorrow may suck,” he agreed. “But like I said, it won’t always be this way. Trust me.”

TEN

Cormack sat alone in the office over the bar, pouring over a large set of books that tracked all of the cargo traffic in and out of Boston Harbor. It was all he could do not to think about his daughter.

Pregnant.

He’d been tempted to ask who the asshole who’d knocked her up was, but he knew that would be counterproductive. He had tight rein over his emotions except when it came to Diamond, and it would do her no good if he did a long stint in the joint for killing her baby-daddy.

Normally he would never be at the decrepit bar at this hour, but after dismissing Jimmy he’d been waiting on a call about some cargo that had “fallen off” a freighter and might be available for purchase at a steep discount. Opportunities like that always interested Cormack, and he liked to know about everything that went on in his harbor. The call had come late, and it was clear that the opportunity wasn’t worth the time, but he was still glad to have been given the option. It meant that he still had control over the waterfront, and that felt right.

He would have gone home after the call, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to be there just now. His conversation with Diamond had been brief and tense. He hadn’t given her the money, and hadn’t asked again what it was for specifically—because he knew. He knew, and that was why he hadn’t given it to her. Not yet. He had too much to digest before he could be a part of that. So staying at the Mariner to work seemed like the best way to occupy his mind at the moment.

He looked down at the paperwork in front of him to move his mind off the subject.

Detailed manifests from every ship that pulled into port were distributed in triplicate each day to the Customs and Border Patrol agency, to the harbormaster, and to the head of the CUPD—the Consolidated Union of Pilots and Dockworkers.