David left Collins at the computer and went back to his room. He wiped away what little blood had splattered on him and got dressed. He removed the silencer from the gun and tossed both into his bag. They weren’t far from port. No more than a day or two.

David tossed his bag into the little dinghy. It was an emergency boat, one to go out on in case the yacht burned down, or whatever. It was big enough. David placed some food inside, enough to last him a few days, and then went ...