Part VI: The Gift

The sound of the waves against the side of the wooden pier was soothing. Fresco found himself lost in the irregular slosh and sigh of it from time to time, his mind taking what rest it could get while his tensed body waited.

Daniel's mind flickered over his yet again.

All clear.

Fresco tried to temper his annoyance. Clear.

Daniel moved on.

They took the bait and were waiting, well hidden but spread thin around the ...