Chapter 59: A funeral for a friend

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 to get his computer.

As he was walking out with his computer, he passed Collins. David stood and looked at the corpse, then turned and looked out to the deck, where the dinghy was waiting. He looked back to Collins.

Collins was heavy. But the work felt good.