With a grin, he shifted and switched the tracker on.
Footsteps sounded outside the door.
He kicked out his legs, but the first attempt didn’t snap the ties. Quickly he fell back to the ground, pretending to still be unconscious. Light flashed on, making his eyelids a pale pink.
“He’s still out,” Grant said. “How hard did you hit him?”
“Hard enough so he couldn’t fight back,” Declan responded.
“We need answers from him,” Grant continued. “Get some water and splash it in his face.”
Sam prepared for the shock of water. When it came he jerked, and opened his eyes, blinking a couple of times as if confused and then used his feet to push himself into a seated position, his back and hands to the wall to hide the fact he was no longer restrained.
He pinpointed Declan, who didn’t look nervous or upset. “You lied.” He kept his voice low and full of venom. “You’re not an innocent bystander. You’re working for Stonefish.”
Declan smirked but said nothing and gestured for Grant to speak.
“The boss wants answers, and you’d better hope you’ve got some he likes.”
The urge to attack was strong, but maybe he’d get some answers of his own before he taught them a lesson. Sam grinned. “I’ve always been good at trivia.”
Grant scowled, but asked, “How did you find the weapons cache?”
“What weapons cache?”
“The one at the Ridge.”
“Luck,” Sam said. “Or misfortune, depending on how you view it. We were having a beach day and decided to build some monuments for those who died on the Retribution. We were digging near the plaque, and there they were.”
“Bullshit,” Grant said.
Sam ignored him and addressed Declan instead. “You know what Lara’s like. She gets an idea in her head and soon everyone’s helping her.”
He gave a small nod and gestured for Grant to continue. Outside the boat engine purred to life and moved. Murray must be driving.
“Where’s my boat?” Sam asked. “Tell me you at least put the anchor out so it won’t crash on an island.”
“You’re not in any position to ask questions,” Grant said.
Sam stared at Declan, waiting for an answer. “It’s anchored.”
“Thank you.” Did Declan actually care about the environment, or was he avoiding more work for himself tomorrow?
“Who told Penelope about the cache on Muiron Island?” Grant asked.
The soundproofing in the cabin was pretty good. The engines weren’t loud enough to prevent easy conversation.
He almost told them to ask her, but he didn’t want to give them any ideas. “She stumbled on them in her work.”
Grant glanced at Declan and then back to Sam. “How close are the police to uncovering what’s going on?”
“You’ll need to ask them. Dot is annoyingly tight lipped about that kind of stuff. I wish she’d tell me.” He let his annoyance show then asked, “Where have you guys been harbouring? They haven’t found a trace of you.”
“None of your business.”
“How much do you know about Stonefish’s operations?” It was Declan who spoke this time.
“Not enough. If I did, it wouldn’t exist anymore.” Sam saw the hit coming and prepared for it. He shifted, letting the punch slide past his head and grabbed Declan’s hand with his freed one and tugged him off balance, grabbing him in a choke hold. “Don’t move.”
