Chapter 18
St. John’s, Antigua
The Anita docked once again at St John’s just as dawn broke over the small town. Frank and Nero stood ready for a quick exit from the ship.
The captain had been a stoic type, apparently no stranger to the sight of bodies or blood. As these guys had held him at gunpoint while trying to kidnap his passengers he wasn’t overly concerned about their fate. However he had tried to convince Frank to check in with the local police.
“I can’t do that, Nicolae,” Frank had said, “for reasons I can’t tell you.” Frank turned away and glanced towards the town, then added, “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry those bastards killed Lukas.” Frank genuinely felt in any other situation they might have become good friends.
The captain had sighed, accepting the situation, then nodd
