Sunday 22nd November. Chaz stretched to work the knots out of his shoulders and back. He stood, walked across to the bed and tapped Jacob’s foot. The ex-gunner was instantly awake, sitting up and looking around the dulled room. “Anything?” he asked. “We have movement on board.” It had been two days since they’d found the boat on the waterfront. The company website had revealed the only office was the one on the quay and, as Henk had indicated, it was shut for the winter. The phone number listed had gone to a message bank that instructed callers to leave a name and number and they would be in touch. Tien had sent a dummy email from an untraceable account enquiring to hire a boat for a day. As yet there had been no response. Not that any of that was unusual. The website also said that during the winter months it could be a few days before they would respond and that any excursions would be subject to cancellation due to weather.
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