Sarah Briggs lay on a floor, glistening blood covering most of her face, her eyes staring up vacantly. He hit speed dial one. “Riley.” “Did you do that or Chase?” Preston asked. “Does it matter?” “I suppose not. Impressive response, but I expected no less of men of your caliber. Now. Here’s what else you are going to do and then you get Harry and the old man back. Mrs. Jenrette is leaving Charleston at the crack of dawn on her yacht. We’ll all meet on Daufuskie at Bloody Point on the old dock just west of the Point. It’s secluded and both ships can dock there along with your little dinghy. That’s when you’re going to give me Sarah’s documents. And Mrs. Jenrette will call my father and have him file the appropriation so the money will start flowing and the contracts will be put out. “And then it gets interesting,” Preston continued. “She’ll wonder why you’re there. By the way, I want just Riley and Chase. If catch a glimpse of anyone else, especially those two whack jobs, Gator and Kono, your boy dies.
