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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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Besides, he knew it would be foolish. Important events were unfolding rapidly, and he needed to avoid distractions that could derail the plans he had with Soh and the Carpio brothers. The world would soon come to understand the power that Soh had, and Suarez would become known as one of the most feared men in organized crime. He would do nothing to prevent that from happening.

THIRTY-FIVE

Cormack stood in a small clearing off one of the main paths that wound around Belle Isle Marsh Reservation in East Boston. The temperature was below zero again, and he had to clench his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering. The bruises from the attack on the Mariner days before were fading, but still added to his discomfort.

He regarded his companions in silence. John Hall was a giant of marginal intelligence who had worked for the union for years, and was as loyal to Cormack as he was cruel and evil. He was standing at the edge of the marsh, urinating into the Short Breach Creek, which ran along the edge of the spot. He seemed as oblivious to the cold as a man could be, and Cormack suspected that the generous layer of fat and a dearth of brain cells afforded his tolerance to the weather. Cicero was also with him, and stood looking out at the open path, his eyes sharp and his body still.

Belle Isle was a well-known spot among the Boston underworld for dumping bodies. It was a twenty-eight-acre park along the water at the northeasternmost edge of East Boston. It was less than a half mile across the Belle Isle Inlet from the eastern runways at Boston Logan International Airport. During the spring, summer, and fall, it was a popular place to jog along the extensive maze of trails, or bring dogs to frolic at the edge of the thick marshes of heavy reeds and bushes. At certain spots, long wooden piers extended far out over the marshes, providing sweeping views of the city. In other spots, the bushes and shrubs were so thick that they were impenetrable.

During the winter, the place was deserted. The marshes lay flat and lifeless, forming a thick white canopy of snow and ice with dark gray veins cutting through it where the eddies rose and fell with the Inlet’s tides. Looking out toward the airport and the skyline beyond, Cormack was doubtful that any life could ever come back to this place after a winter so cold.

“You sure this is the spot?” Hall asked, zipping up his pants.

“I saw the text myself,” Cicero replied. His voice carried with it a threat that made clear that he didn’t like being questioned by someone like Hall.

Hall shook his head, squinting into the vast expanse of white and gray around them. “Seems like a strange place, is all.”