Excerpts
From my soon‑to‑be‑released Deep Code
The yacht Helios rode at anchor a quarter mile off Mykonos, the sea flat, the island going gray behind her in the last of the light. Two men sat on the aft deck. The Russian had drained his glass twice and let his bartender refill it without conversation. The other man, older, Chinese, hadn’t touched his — he’d asked for tea and was brought whiskey instead. He said nothing.
They had not met before this evening.
By the time the cockpit lights came on, they had an agreement. Nothing signed. Nothing written. Exactly the way they wanted it.
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