The man in front of her crumpled to the floor of the boat. Behind him stood the man Dante had shown her a picture of earlier, to make sure she’d recognize him. Gonzalez. In his hand was the gun he’d used like a hammer to knock the other man unconscious. Heather stood frozen, staring into the eyes of the man who’d taken her sister. Gonzalez started to raise his gun. A man suddenly lunged from the shadows beside the boat and launched himself at Gonzalez, slamming into him, propelling both of them over the side and into the water. The splash sent up a plume of water that would have drenched Heather if someone hadn’t grabbed her and pulled her back. Like ants pouring out of an anthill, a dozen DEA agents converged onto the docks from their hiding places behind bushes, boats and even the cars parked near the dock. Two agents standing at the water’s edge discarded their jackets and guns and jumped into the water where Gonzalez and the other man had disappeared.
