Chapters (57)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Foreword
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Praise for Linwood Barclay
- Also by Linwood Barclay
- About the Publisher
He took the napkin away from his head for a second and pointed with his other hand. “So then the two of them haul me out of the boat, dump me on the dock, and take off with the boat.” He shook his head again, then winced. “Shouldn’t do that. Hurts.”
Kyle felt rage building up within him. You had one job, he wanted to say.
“You look upset,” Derek said.
Kyle struggled to keep his voice even. “I have to get off this island.”
Derek looked at him blankly.
“You hear me? You have to find us another boat. There’s got to be other places, other harbors. If people are stealing boats to get off here, then stealing a boat is what you’re going to have to do.”
Derek poked his tongue around the inside of his cheek. “I don’t know about that.”
“What do you mean, you don’t know about that?”
He took the ice off his head, planted both hands on the table, stretched out his arms, and leaned back, surveying his boss. “How long have I worked for you, Mr. Kyle?”
Kyle starting to feel disoriented. “Why are you—”
“Just tell me.”
Kyle tried to think. “Eight, nine years, I guess.”
“I’m one of the last to hang in. Everyone else, gone, fired, resigned, whatever. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” Kyle said.
“I guess I only got myself to blame.”
“What’s on your mind, Derek? Christ’s sake, spit it out.”
“I’ve seen the kind of man you are, your self-centeredness, your—what’s that fancy word—narcissism? How everything’s always about you, like you’re the center of the whole damn universe? How you always got to get even? How vindictive you are?”
Kyle stayed silent.
“So I shouldn’t be surprised. And yet, I am.” Derek paused, looked toward the bar. There was no one behind it. “What’s a guy got to do to get a drink around here?”
“Get to the point,” Kyle said.
“Like I said, I shouldn’t be surprised. And yet, I never thought you’d go this far. I knew you were coming over here to mess things up for Lisa Carver. I get that. I could even understand that. And I knew you weren’t going to settle for just sticking a potato in the tailpipe of one of her little cars.”
“There is no tailpipe in an electric car,” Kyle said.