Chapter Eight
Nimba sets the throttle to just above idle, slowing the boat’s speed to that of a casual walk but also diminishing the sound of the engines. Though there is little moonlight, the silhouette of the rock outcropping known as Isla Dragonera can be distinguished against the horizontal line separating the emptiness of the Mediterranean from the dark sky. As the cabin cruiser enters the narrow passage separating Majorca from the Isla, Heather’s bevy of beautiful but lethal women stand at the ready.
“The stairs are narrow. A person descending cannot pass by a person climbing. So after the initial climb, we’ll work in pairs. No talking. Sound travels well across water. No lights.”
The dock is reached. The engines cut. The boat moored. Heather leads having traversed the stairs befo
