Chapter 11

• The speedboat cut through the black water like a blade. Fog wrapped around them thick and cold, swallowing the glow of the burning warehouse behind them. Leo kept one hand on the wheel and the other on his gun. Every few seconds he glanced back. Two more Moretti boats were still out there, searchlights stabbing through the mist.
• Kai lay slumped against the side of the boat, breathing shallow. The wound in his thigh had soaked through the makeshift bandage. The slash across his chest looked worse in the dim light from the dashboard. Blood ran in thin streams down his ribs.
• “Stay awake,” Leo said, voice tight. “We are almost there.”