The storm clouds had vanished along with the choppy seas and driving rain. Annja sat up and ran over the previous night’s events in her mind. With Roux running around, she’d have to make sure that Spier didn’t notice. The last thing she wanted was those two worlds colliding in a way that would force her to have to explain how she knew Roux. She could always describe him as a work colleague or something, but there was no guarantee that Roux would go along with that. He’d delighted in thwarting her actions in the past. No telling what he’d want to do this time around. After a quick breakfast of an egg-white omelet and oatmeal, Annja headed down to the dock, aware that it was getting late. As she approached the dock, she saw Hans and the rest of the men loading up the boat. Hans didn’t look up or smile in her direction. “Good morning,” she said brightly. He glanced up at her. “I went by your place last night to say hello.” He tossed a bag into the boat. “You weren’t there.”
