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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
  82. Newsletter Sign-up

Nate grew confused as he watched Cap nod to the mystery man and the two of them make their way to the stern. The man in the hat looked at Nate. He was even shorter than Nate had realized, and his clothes were impeccable, which made him seem wildly incongruous with his surroundings. His face was angular and his eyes were the dark, soulless eyes of a shark.

“Nate,” the man said.

“Yeah?”

“I need to know where Soh is.”

“Who?”

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be, son. It’s going to be rough enough as it is.”

“Who are you?”

“My name’s Cicero Andolini.”

Nate could feel the blood leave his face. “Fuck.”

“That’s right, son. This is as bad as you think it is. The only thing you need to decide is whether it gets better or worse. I need to know where Soh is.”

“I swear, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Nate’s voice quavered. He glanced around him, but all he could see was the cold, relentless sea. As he brought his eyes back to Cicero Andolini, a man with one of the most vicious reputations in Boston, he saw a dull flash of metal as Andolini’s brass knuckles shot up toward his jaw. His world exploded in a flash of light that faded quickly to darkness.

TWENTY-FIVE

Kit sat in her office on the nineteenth floor of the JFK Federal Building in downtown Boston. It was a plain office with a cold, government-issue steel desk and matching file cabinet. The chair was ancient, and creaked when she shifted in it. There were no pictures in the office, no mementos of loved ones or images of those she cared about. There was nothing but the implements of her work. She looked around the office, taking in its stark, utilitarian aura, and sighed. Was this all she was now?

She swiveled toward the window, the chair screeching as though it were being tortured, and looked out down the hill, across Congress Street and Haymarket, out toward the harbor. Cormack was out there somewhere. The police would have tried to keep him in the hospital, but she was sure he would have had none of that, and she knew from her sources that the police had no legitimate basis to hold him. So he was somewhere along the waterfront, planning a war that would rip Boston’s underworld apart.