What would I do without her? I’d use my GPS. Tess seemed to be having second thoughts. She asked, “Are you sure we should be doing this?” “What else would you like to do tonight?” “Maybe our job is to stay with the police at Tamorov’s, then work the case at police headquarters.” “Actually, I have no job.” I suggested, “We can keep going and be at 26 Fed in two hours, as per orders.” She didn’t reply. “Or I can leave you at the Coast Guard Station.” “I’m with you.” I called Kalish, he answered, and I said, “Ms. Faraday is with me on speaker.” I asked him, “Did you find the yacht, Scott?” “I haven’t, but I have some info for you about The Hana.” “Great.” I heard some paper shuffling and Kalish said, “Here’s the scoop—The Hana is indeed registered to a Saudi prince named Ali Faisel, and is here in New York. The ship got cleared at Ambrose yesterday, around noon. It had arrived from Istanbul with a refueling stop in the Azores.”
