Chapter 2By the time he felt the slight jarring from the boat hitting the dock, Hector had dismantled enough of the shackles of useful parts to build a better lock. He didn’t really believe he’d get the opportunity to do so, because no way was that what Kaufman’s job entailed, but it made him feel better having the bits at hand. The iron weighing down his pocket was comforting, and he bolted the bar to his ear with the certain knowledge that he’d find a way out of this mess. One way or another.
He remained seated against the far wall as he waited, unwilling to look the part of the desperate prisoner. When footsteps finally echoed in the corridor, his pulse leapt momentarily. Kaufman was a mystery, to be sure. A puzzle to be picked apart and put back together into something resembling huma
