Chapter 10 - The Marina In Key Largo
Elena slammed on the brakes as she pulled into the wet asphalt parking lot of the Key Largo Marina.
Rain was pouring down in blinding sheets, turning the palm trees into thrashing green ghosts against the dark sky.
She grabbed her mahogany box and the satellite drive, diving out of the SUV just as the two pursuing trucks arrived.
Armed contractors in black rain jackets jumped out of the vehicles, weapons raised as they swept the wooden docks.
Elena stayed low behind a row of fiberglass boat hulls, her bare feet slipping slightly on the wet wooden planks.
She reached dock fourteen, finding a vintage thirty-foot wooden sportfishing boat idling quietly in the slip.
Standing at the wheel was an elderly woman with silver hair, wearing a yellow slicker raincoat and holding a shotgun.
This was Martha Vance—Elena’s estranged aunt, who had disappeared from public life fifteen years prior.
"Get aboard, child!" Martha barked over the roar of the rain and the boat’s diesel engines.
Elena leaped over the gunwale onto the wooden deck just as a volley of suppressed gunfire hit the water behind them.
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Martha slammed the throttles forward, the heavy wooden vessel surging out of the slip into the choppy waters of the Gulf.
The contractors fired from the end of the dock, but the thick coastal fog swallowed the boat within seconds.
