Inviting Fire by Emily Kimelman

Author:Emily Kimelman
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Mystery, joyful justice, emily kimelman, yacht, dog, Crime, sydney rye, mal pais, helicopter, costa rica, vigilante, Thriller
Published: 2014-11-28T06:00:00+00:00

THE APPROACH

I turned back one more time. Blue stood next to Lenox, his fur fluttering in the breeze, his ears perked, watching me. I faced forward, cranking the throttle gently. The Jet Ski purred and I slowly sped up until I was flying across the waves, a silent streak of black in the dark night. The grips on my hands and feet made me feel like I belonged on this ski, it glided through the water so effortlessly. I crossed out of the bay going fast and when I reached the open ocean the waves kicked up. I hit a wave and got air, it felt damn good as I landed back onto the surface of the sea, spray coming up and misting my face. The waves looked like uncut diamonds, flat facets and rough planes.

I passed around the craggy hill at the end of the peninsula, its shape a dark silhouette against the cloudy night. The moonless start to the evening was a huge help. The moon would have made me and my little ship much more visible, but in this murky black we fit right in. Not a hint of danger here, folks. Juan Carlos’s yacht glowed, barely moving in the protected bay.

The ship was even more impressive in reality than all the pictures and schematics I'd spent hours memorizing. It was over 150 feet long. A helicopter rested on the very stern of the ship. Three decks rose above it. The moon was just coming up over the land and it illuminated the bow of the boat for a moment before clouds moved in and darkened the scene again.

Slowing down I puttered through the gentle waters, watching for the guard. Once I saw the man go by I knew I had at least 10 minutes before he came again. I could either make it over the deck by then or wait, suspended from the suction cups against the black hull, until he passed again.

I pulled out the binoculars Lenox had tucked into the Jet Ski's hold. Scanning the deck I waited to see the figure move by. There was a small gathering sitting on the very top deck, in the stern, enjoying drinks it looked like. I couldn't say for sure but it looked like all men. A puff of smoke surrounded them. Smoking cigars and planning the downfall of mankind, I thought bitterly.

There was a part of me, and not a small one, who wanted to go up there and just kill Juan Carlos. Leave the manifesto so that whoever found him would know what crimes he had been punished for. But I wouldn't do that. And not only because Merl wouldn't let me have a gun—the blades at my wrists would do just fine, clean cuts, deadly. I wanted to be able to go home and tell Merl I did as he asked. I wanted him (and maybe me) to know that I didn't need to kill people. That I could see a bigger picture.

I saw a man with a small machine gun slung over his shoulder coming around the side of the ship.

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