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Misha and Dzima dart to the cabin.
“Jace, baby, you got hurt.”
Baby…
Say it again, Lu.
Her hand is on the dark spot on my shoulder.
“I’ll be fine for now,” I reassure her. “You okay?”
She nods fast.
Misha and Dzima come out with a bale that they flatten out and pull a rope. It’s an emergency raft. I’ve seen those before. We had first aid stretchers like this in the service. You pull the rope, and the capsule pumps the air. Smart. These guys are prepared.
“Got him!” Alex shouts.
My eyes catch the boat in the distance that’s going much slower now.
Alex is on the hunt. He goes to the right, then approaches Reznik’s boat which swerves to the left.
“Yes, motherfucker,” Alex growls in a sharp accent. I feel like he learned his English words from movies. “Go that way…”
His eyes dart to the depth sensor on his helm then back at Reznik, and he swerves his boat toward Reznik’s.
“What are you doing?” I rise up from the seat.
“Going to run him off. He good with boats?”
“I don’t know.”
He swerves our boat into Reznik’s again, and Reznik zooms toward the coastal area and the beach. But Alex doesn’t chase after him. He stays parallel to the beach, a mysterious grin splitting his face.
And then something happens that makes us all gasp.
Reznik’s boat suddenly halts, so abruptly that Reznik’s body surges forward, over the windshield, onto the bow, then topples overboard.
“Rockaway Beach, motherfucker,” Alex growls. “He hit land. Don’t know shit about depth.”
I grab the binoculars and watch Reznik on his feet struggle through the shallow water as he grapples toward the beach. His boat is tilted sideways, immobile, stuck in the shallow waters.
“What now?” Alex asks. “Chase him?” He turns to Misha and Dzima in question.
I exhale, trying to concentrate.
“Here’s the deal. We can’t get him barehanded. He might have a bracelet with a nerve agent. And if you get close and get stabbed—you’ll be as good as dead.”
The three of them take their eyes off the emergency raft that now takes up half of the deck and stare at me.
“Seriously?” Alex asks. “You didn’t say about nerve agent. Who’s he?”
I shrug. “Eastern European.”
He snorts.
I wait for their decision. “What do you think?”
Alex spits overboard. “You know what Jay-Z said? It’s New York. Nothing youcan’tdo.” He nods to his friends. “Boat on the water. Jace, you with us. Dzima, get rope and fishing net. Misha, you stay with pretty girl.” He winks at Lu. “That okay?” he asks me.
