The sunlight fell on the sea, beautifully, and the deck felt the sea breeze, bringing the moisture of the ocean to the hot weather.
There was a faint fishy smell in the air.
"Kenny Clark?" The man from the cockpit walked down.
He held up a glass of champagne, sitting on the sofa at the back of the boat.
He looked at me quietly.
"It's me."
"Where are my men?"
"Dead."
"Do you know what awaits you?" The man placed the cigar on the coffee table in front. He blew smoke in my direction.
"In this world, there's no business that can't be negotiated."
"Haha." The man with the cowboy hat clapped his hands. "I like you."
"What do you want?"
The man took a sip of champagne, "Those two women are my boss's property."
Damn it, this guy isn't the boss, just a leader.
I stared at his face, waiting for him to speak.
"You want me to return them?"
"Of course. Because they are not yours, nor are they Howard's."
"What if I want to buy them?"