“ I’m sorry, Steve,” Victoria said. “When I came up here, he’d gotten out.”
“ Not your fault,” Steve said. He dragged the pouch to the starboard gunwale.
“ Stop right there!” Cruz ordered. “Step away from the money.”
“ Nope. Don’t think so.”
Cruz pumped the shotgun, an unmistakable click-clack that Steve felt in the pit of his stomach. “I’ll blow your head off.”
“ And leave blood and bone and tissue embedded in the planking? Nah. You may kill us, but you won’t do it on your boat.” Steve hoisted the pouch onto the rail.
“ If I can’t take this to Teresa, I’m sure as hell not gonna let you have it. Your treasure, pal, is strictly Sierra Madre.’”
The shotgun blast roared over Steve’s head, and he flinched. The pouch balanced on the rail, halfway between the deck and the deep blue sea.
“ Put the money down, asshole.”
“ Okay, okay.” Steve shoved the pouch over the rail and it splashed into the water. ”It’s down.”
“ Asshole!” Cruz grabbed both throttles, slowed the boat, and swung her around. He turned a spotlight on the water.
Nothing but a black sea and foamy whitecaps.
He swung the spotlight left and right. Still nothing, until…the beam picked up the pouch floating with the current. Cruz eased the boat close to the pouch at idle speed, slipped the engine out of gear, then dashed down the ladder. Grabbing a tarpon gaff, he moved quickly to the gunwale. Shotgun in one hand, gaff in the other, he motioned toward Steve. “Back up. All the way to the chair.”
“ Do what he says, Steve,” Victoria called from the bridge.
“ Only because you said so.” Steve moved toward one of the fighting chairs.
Cruz leaned over the side and snagged the pouch with the gaff. He struggled to lift it with one arm, still aiming the shotgun at Steve.
Suddenly, the boat shot forward, and Cruz tumbled into the water, the shotgun blasting into space as it fell onto the deck. On the bridge, Victoria had one hand on the throttles, the other on the wheel.
“ Cono!” Cruz shouted from the darkness.
“ Do sharks feed at night?” Steve leaned over the side. “ Or should I just drop some wiggles on your head and find out?”
“ Get me out of here!” His voice more fearful than demanding.
“ Nah.”
“ No me jodas!”
“ I’m not fucking with you. Just don’t feel like giving you a lift.”
Victoria raced down the ladder and joined Steve in the cockpit. “Testing, testing,” she said, punching a button on her pocket Dictaphone.
“ What are you doing?” Steve said.
“ Mr. Cruz,” Victoria called out. “We’ll bring you on board once you answer a few questions.”
Cruz was splashing just off the starboard side. “What fucking questions!”
“ Do you admit stealing three million dollars from Teresa Torano?” Victoria said.
Pink slivers of sky lit up the horizon and seabirds squawked overhead as Steve steered the boat into the channel at Matheson Hammock. He had one hand on the wheel and one draped on Victoria’s shoulder. A shivering Cruz, his arms and legs bound with quarter-inch line, was laced into a fighting chair in the cockpit. His taped confession would be in the hands of the State Attorney by noon. The pouch of money lay at his feet, taunting him.
“ What are you thinking about?” Victoria asked.
“ I was just imagining the look on Teresa’s face when we give her the money.”
“ She’ll be delighted. But it was never about the money, Steve.”
“ Whadaya mean?”
“ When you were a baby lawyer, Teresa believed in you and nobody else did. You needed to prove to her that she was right. And maybe you needed to prove it to yourself, too.”
Steve shrugged. “If you say so.”
She wrapped both arms around his neck. “But remember this, Steve. You never have to prove anything to me.” They kissed, at first softly, and then deeper and slower. The kiss lasted a long time, and when they each opened their eyes, the sun was peeking above the horizon in the eastern sky.
Their bodies pressed together, Victoria felt something digging into her hip. “Are you carrying another pair of handcuffs?”
“ Nope.”
“ Then what…?” She jammed a hand into one of his pocket. “Oh. That!”
Steve smiled. “Like I said, no cuffs.”
“ That’s okay, sailor.” She brushed her lips against his cheek. “You won’t need them.”