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She and Nikita dragged it to the pursewinch and hit the winch hard. Connie had totally rocked fixing it—which Patty had thought was a pointless exercise at the time. They might be a spy boat, but they really needed to look like a Russian fishing trawler. She liked the turnabout was fair play, using a Russian seiner to spy on the Russians.
She didn’t know what Mick’s urgency was, but there was no mistaking the tone of command he exercised so rarely. It was a new side of him, captain of the vessel and looked damn good on him.
The winch roared to life dragging the two ends of the wire aboard and pulling together the bottom edges of the net so that this time the fish couldn’t sound downward and escape. With a groan from the old ship, the rings came aboard and the purse was closed.
Patty
