Chapter 14

Yesterday was a lazy day for Peter and Franz. They enjoyed a beautiful Mediterranean day, taking short walks and sitting at the stern of the Seadog. Peter had a beer, and Franz drank ice tea. The smell of saltwater and fish wafted toward them. A few cumulus clouds dissipated in the blue sky. They took one last trip down the Genoa harbor’s dock planks toward the slip of Fath Abu Bakr’s Boat. The port was still, and the water was clear. They stood there and looked for the last time at the boat in dock number C67. It looked deserted as it undulated and pushed against the bumpers, hitting the dock.

The boat now belongs to Adil. He inherited it, just as he inherited everything that Fath owned and worked for all his life — both the good and the bad.

Previously, they checked for three days, looking for Adil’s boat activity, but there was no one in sight.

“Do you think that we should try to get in through one of the windows?” asked Franz frowning.