Chapter 11
Between a second and a half and two seconds later Kate heard a distant thud of their jailor’s body hitting the deck below. His fall had been, she juggled the math in her head, around fifteen meters. They were in the fifth or sixth tier of containers in the stack.
“What happened?” Harold was still wheezing from the knife hand to his sternum and the kick to his gut.
Kate ignored him and poked her head out the tiny opening. Fresh air that didn’t smell the least bit like Manhattan. No, it smelled of the open ocean.
They were fifth container in the stack, two down from the top.
No movement in the shadows far below, most likely dead, and not too likely that anyone was about to come looking for him here. At least not soon, so she had some time to think. The i***t had climbed up fi
