He didn’t know where he was or why his head was pounding with agony.The light moved out of his eyes and he saw he was on a pier, surrounded by yachts in their slips and a handful of bystanders watching with curiosity as a Terrebonne Harbor Patrol officer shined a flashlight at him. Hazy memories trickled back. He was at Bay Pointe Marina, looking for the intruders. And he’d found them. Or, to be precise, they’d found him.In the empty slip nearby, the Azimut was gone. He turned to look out in the harbor, but there were several yachts motoring their way into the bay. Ahab’s Folly could be almost any of them.“Are you okay?” The man’s voice registered this time. Simon Haley. Gideon and the Harbor Patrol officer had gone fishing together a few times before the general’s death had led Gideon to stick closer to Nightshade Island.Pressing his hand against the back of his head, where the worst of the pain seemed to have settled, Gideon slowly sat up. He felt pretty clearheaded, he decided, and the pain didn’t get any worse when he pushed to his feet.
