Page 95 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

“It better be good,” he warned.

“It’s about the boat,” Andino said.

“The yacht you want me to use, you mean.”

“Yeah, it belongs to a friend. The captain regularly makes side trips, if you know what I mean. The timing of this run is going to coincide with a pickup he needs to make in Cancun.”

“Keep going.”

“He’s not going to be able to bring you back up to the States, that’s all,” Andino said. “He’s going to spend a bit of time in Cancun while the Mexican Navy is doing a drill in the Gulf. Then you’ll be able to take the boat out yourself for the drop.”

“But after?”

“After, when you bring the boat back in, he’s got elsewhere to go. You’re going to have to stay in Cancun.”

“So, I don’t have a fucking way home is what you’re trying to tell me.”

Andino looked up from the map he had spread out on the table. “Technically, yes.”

“You’re a shit.”

“But,” Andino drawled with a glare, “I did get you set up with a private jet. Bit more money than I wanted to spend on this run, but if it makes your stupid ass less whiney, why not?”

“I’m not whiney. I’m—”

“Extremely annoying when you have to change your plans,” Andino interrupted.

Cross shrugged. “When plans change, it leads to other issues that I usually end up having to deal with. I like clean, quick runs. Get in, get out. Simple.”

“Yeah, well, this changed. I fixed the route home. You’ll be back quicker than before.”

“I … can deal with that,” Cross said.

“Thought so.”

Cross looked around the warehouse, noting the opened crates and a few dismantled weapons on a row of tables. “I see you followed my advice on checking the guns.”

“A couple of guys are working on it.”

“It’s the tenth of October. I need to be on the water by November first, Andino. Make them work a little faster.”

Andino scrubbed a hand down his face, and mumbled, “Listen, I can only use so many men before someone starts noticing that I’m taking guys off the streets for a purpose I’m not talking about. Someone will get suspicious and nosy—it always fucking happens—and they’ll start snooping around. We are this close to getting these guns on a boat and starting the run, Cross. Once you’re on the water, I don’t give a fuck who knows you’re running these guns. Until then, though, I need it kept quiet.”

Cross understood that.

It didn’t mean he particularly liked it.

“Just make sure they have all the guns properly checked, and packed back up,” Cross warned.

“They will. It will probably be down to the wire, but it will be done, Cross.”

“How many more guns are to come in, now?”

“The last two hundred ARs are coming in on a cargo vessel next week.” Andino looked up at Cross with a snide smile. “You’re welcome, by the way, because I could have had them in here last week on a fishing boat.”

“I told you—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Andino grumbled, “water, fishy smell, you’re a whiney ass.”