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Chapters (82)
  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
  46. FORTY-THREE
  47. FORTY-FOUR
  48. FORTY-FIVE
  49. FORTY-SIX
  50. FORTY-SEVEN
  51. FORTY-EIGHT
  52. FORTY-NINE
  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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The voice spurred him to run. He had always known the risks of capture, but to be captured by her was too much to bear. He stumbled in the direction of the shore, still blinded, unable to see the rotted wood beneath him. It was only twenty yards from the edge of the pier to solid ground, but the pier was only ten feet wide, so there was precious little room for error. The odds were low that he would make it, but he was willing to take that chance.

On the lead boat, Kit held the megaphone. There were two other vessels in the group—all boats currently at the disposal of the joint task force through the Coast Guard and the Boston Police Department. Some of the brass had grumbled at the excess. There was a sense that it was overkill, but the tip indicated that Vincente Carpio was crawling the shoreline at night, looking for fresh meat. No one was willing to risk him slipping through their fingers once more. He was the most wanted man in the United States, and, of greater political importance, he had previously escaped from their custody. His escape had been an embarrassment that had tarnished every branch of law enforcement. No one wanted to be the one who called for fewer resources in the effort to bring him to justice, so Kit had gotten everything she’d asked for.

Now she had him again. She could see him running, his hands covering his bald, tattooed head, crashing into the fence by the edge of the pier, scurrying like a cockroach in the brightness of the spotlight. As the boat approached the pier she felt every muscle in her body tense, adrenaline driving through her veins. There was a special operations detail on land, closing in from the other side of the construction site, so there should be no way for Carpio to escape, but his elusiveness had taken law enforcement by surprise before, and she was unwilling to take chances. As the boat came within a few feet of the pier, Rich Alvarez, the Coast Guard commander captaining the vessel, cut the engine, and Steele dropped the megaphone, took three strong strides, and launched herself toward the pier.

“Shit!” Alvarez shouted. “Steele! What the hell are you doing?”

Bill McCaughey, a captain in the Boston Police Department also on board, barked angrily, “Get back here, missy!”

She ignored them both.