Bonnie Minos was taking a long time to lose her tail. The way she drove that Ferrari she could have done the job in under five minutes. I gave her thirty minutes before I really started thinking. Thirty moved to forty-five and on to an hour. I was down to two cigarettes out of nearly a full pack. She’d had all the time she needed to set me up. By now she could have seen Clift and Vann if they’d been at the opposite ends of LaPlaya. She’d even had time to hire a water taxi and go out to wherever Aggie had gone in his sloop. I reached for my next to last cigarette. I let it dangle from my lips, the matches in my hand. A car was turning into the parking lot. It swung sideways to me. The floodlights at the land end of the dock gave me a glimpse of it. I watched it slide into a parking space. Not the Ferrari, but my own battered heap. So now they were coming for me. I could get out of the catamaran and try to run for it. Only there was nowhere to run. There was only water. I thought of taking the catamaran itself.
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