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Agent Fred Smith had arranged a sailboat charter for them at the Oranjestad waterfront, a short taxi ride from where they’d come ashore. The capital city of thirty thousand was a teeming metropolis compared to the resort communities along Palm and Eagle Beaches, but they passed through it too quickly for her to form much of an impression.
They picked up the fifty-six-foot sloop from a worried-looking rental agent.
Kyle and Richie both spoke sailboat to him until he relaxed.
Carla had never sailed. She’d been on transport ships and could pilot a small rubber Zodiac through a storm in the dark of night, carrying the world’s deadliest warriors aboard just fine. Sailboats were a new experience.
So she did her best to stand there, be a pretty airhead, and not grind her teeth overmuch wh
