Chapters (70)
- Cover
- About the Book
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- CHAPTER 42
- CHAPTER 43
- CHAPTER 44
- CHAPTER 45
- CHAPTER 46
- CHAPTER 47
- CHAPTER 48
- CHAPTER 49
- CHAPTER 50
- CHAPTER 51
- CHAPTER 52
- CHAPTER 53
- CHAPTER 54
- CHAPTER 55
- CHAPTER 56
- CHAPTER 57
- CHAPTER 58
- CHAPTER 59
- CHAPTER 60
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- About the Author
- Also by Kyle Perry
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He began the walk back to the Mermaid’s Darling. He yearned for a cigarette, but he’d forgotten they were in his pocket when he went into the water – they were soaked.
Jesse had looked to Ahab as a father figure on occasion. All three of those Dempsey boys had – Mackenzie, Davey and Jesse.
Then Mackenzie had got lost trying to navigate the short end of the stick, Davey had become arrogant as he grew into his charm and his brains, and Jesse . . . well, the cracks had shown in Jesse the moment he’d become hooked on the ice. His father had been a bastard, and Jesse had grown up into the same angry man, but the ice addiction made it so much worse.
If Ivy wouldn’t help him, then he’d have to find another way to get to Forest.
Because only one thing mattered now: Forest was going to tell Ahab what happened. One way or another, Ahab would make him talk.
CHAPTER 34
FOREST
Watching from the side of the house, fully dressed, barely able to breathe in the humid late-night heat, Forest first watched Ahab sink to his knees and then Ivy waltz back into the house.
He hadn’t heard every word. Only parts of it. But he’d pieced it together.
Blackbeard . . .
Blackbeard wants something from me.
A thrill of fear ran through him.
What did the real Forest Dempsey know that was of use to Blackbeard?
With Ivy returning, he raced back inside, through the door to his room and beneath the covers.
Zeus flopped onto him, putting his leg over Forest as though he’d never left the bed. When he heard Ivy crack the door open and check up on him, he feigned a gentle snore.
He listened to the creak of her footsteps and, once she was gone, he was out of the bed again, grabbing a torch and shoes, and out the door, easily slipping down the stairs to the beach – really, what was the point of the patrol car when there were two ways to get to the house?
But rather than heading to Huck, as he’d been planning tonight, he now knew he had to get up to Homeward – Mackerel was the one he needed. It was the only way he could keep this going.
Walking along the sand, startling a group of gulls into flight, he could barely breathe, such was the panic within him. Blackbeard wanted something from Forest but, worse still, so did Ahab. All the research he’d done had made it clear that Ahab Stark was the biggest danger to his scheme – he was perceptive, confident, and if he had any mental cracks to exploit, Forest hadn’t been able to expose them.
Stop. Calm down.