236 Speak of the Devil

Kyle squinted at the vessel. At this distance, he couldn't make out much. If he could have seen the name, that would have been a critical clue to have left for anyone trying to track him, but his eyes weren't sharp enough to see it from here.

What he thought he could see however…

There did appear to be another set of lights, lower to the water, detaching from the larger vessel and headed towards them. That had to be the skiff coming to collect its cargo. Him.

It suddenly felt increasingly real to Kyle that he was about to be hauled aboard a boat, taken to a strange, unknown destination, and likely would never come back.