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the business. I wasn’t, Daddy. I was just a junkie like a million others.”
    “Don’t go backwards,” Thorne said. “We’ve established you are not like others. Just tell me the truth. We are going to need all the information we can get to fight these guys coming after us.”
    “Team Grendel, Ballantine, and the company have nothing to do with my days as a junkie,” Kinsey stated then crossed her arms over her chest like the conversations was done.
    “Is that so?” Thorne laughed. “Then why are more than one cartel sending people after us? Why not just the Colende cartel? Espanoza was leader of the Colende cartel. There’s no reason the others should want us dead no matter what bullshit Ballantine spews about cocaine additives.”
    He let the words hang there for a minute, but Kinsey didn’t bite.
     
    ***
     
    The captain of the fishing vessel had the ship’s throttle pushed to full, but what pursued it kept gaining.
    “Has to be a submarine,” Peter said, as he gripped the edge of the doorframe that led into the wheelhouse, his eyes locked onto the shape in the water far behind them. “Look at it. It’s huge. Nothing that big can move like that. Nothing.”
    “You ever see a sub with a dorsal fin?” Hek asked. “I haven’t.”
    “US Navy,” Peter nodded. “Some government secret. Wasn’t there something on the internet about subs looking like whales off the coast of Mexico a few months back?”
    “Just internet bullshit,” the captain said. “Can’t believe anything on the internet. Believe only what you see with your eyes.”
    “I see that thing,” Hek said, “but I ain’t believing it.”
    “How fast are we going?” Peter asked.
    “Twenty knots,” the captain said, “and the engine is going to give out if I keep pushing it.”
    “Twenty knots,” Hek whistled. “Still ain’t fast enough. That thing is going at least twice that, maybe more.”
    Peter and Hek looked out past the stern of the boat and watched in horror as the thing that chased them suddenly dipped all the way into the water and was lost from sight.
    “Captain,” Hek said, “it dove.”
    The captain looked over his shoulder and glanced at the empty water behind them.
    “What you say? The thing is sixty, maybe seventy feet long?” the captain asked.
    “Longer,” Peter said.
    “A lot longer,” Hek agreed.
    “Eighty? Ninety?” the captain asked. “Can’t be a hundred. Nothing is that big. Not a whale and certainly no shark.”
    “It looked longer,” Peter said.
    “Bullshit,” the captain replied. “Let’s say it’s eighty feet. That means we need the 30-gauge line. I want you to drop it all. Then get the nets ready.”
    Peter and Hek looked at the captain as if he’d just said they were going to fly the boat to the moon.
    “What are you standing around for?” the captain asked. “We can’t outrun the son of a bitch, so let’s tangle it up. Get those lines in the water and get ready to toss all of the nets. It can be fifty feet or a hundred feet, for all I care. Doesn’t matter how long it is if it can’t swim and push water through those gills.”
    “We’re going to drown it?” Hek asked.
    “We’re going to try,” the captain said. “Ain’t nothing else we can do.”
     
    ***
     
    “So there were the twins,” Tank Top said as he wiped the blood from his knuckles, “the crazy bitch and the drunk chick. Then the golf pro and the old man showed up, is that right?”
    “They aren’t twins,” Linny said through swollen lips. Her face was a patchy, puffy mess of bruises and cuts from Tank Top’s fist. “Just brothers.”
    Tank Top popped her again right between the eyes. Linny gasped, but didn’t cry out, as her crying out days was done.
    “You see what I’m doing?” Tank Top grinned. “I learned this technique from an ex-general in the Chinese military. Now, those guys know how to interrogate someone. The trick is to randomize your hits, keep the subject off balance and