Chapter Four
Yacht
Bibi Lynx looked at the yacht as one might survey the façade of a large skyscraper on a principal street in Berlin or Frankfurt. By standing alongside the massive, rising blue hull, she was unable to see the front, back or top of the vessel. Both ends were obscured by the boat’s very length and size. What she could see was a well-lit entrance across the wide gangway. A set of wide metal double doors framed the opening in the ship’s hull. An elegant protective awning stretched overhead and shielded the two security officers on either side of the hatchway from the radiant Miami sun.
“I guess this is it,” Bibi said to herself as she lifted her worn cotton duffle onto her shoulder and stepped onto the sparkling aluminum and hardwood gangway. As she approached, the two se
