Page 79 of Depths of Destruction

"We need to get rid of it. Our fingerprints are all over this boat."

"Naomi, whoever he's involved with is going to be looking for this stash. I think I was wrong. I doubt he's reported this boat missing to the authorities."

"But they might still find it."

Andre scrubs his hands over his face and groans.

"This is bad, isn't it?"

"Yeah. If the cartel finds the boat without the drugs, they will think we took them. If the authorities find this boat with the drugs, our fingerprints are everywhere. Mine are in the system since I work for Interpol and was in the military."

"I had mine taken to get clearance to interview politicians."

Minutes pass, and my anxiety only increases.

"We're sinking this vessel and hoping no one finds it before any fingerprints wash off. Before we get off it, we're scrubbing it down. I saw spray under one of the seats."

"How are we going to sink it?"

"There's a tool kit with a drill. We'll drill holes in it. Let me make sure it's charged. Can you remove everything from the cabin? We need to wipe it and sink it if we aren't taking it."

"Sure."

Andre puts the kayak in the water and ties it to the boat. He drills holes in the cabin. "Anything that isn't secure, we put in the cabin so it doesn't float, but the room will flood."

"Got it."

Andre searches the compartment after removing the cocaine. "Bingo."

"What is it?"

"His registration and some cash." He throws it in the kayak.

I carefully put the wiped-down items in the cabin and secure the door before wiping the handle down. We fill the kayak with everything we're taking then start at the bow and move our way back, spraying and scrubbing every inch.

Andre helps me into the kayak, and I bring the spray and towel. He jumps in, and we scrub the back of the boat down.

His eyes light up. "Ready to drill?"

"You seem a little excited about this."

He wiggles his eyebrows, and I laugh. "We'll go around the boat. I'll drill, you spray and wipe."

"Okay, Clyde." I salute him.

"Clyde?"

"Yeah. I'm feeling rather Bonnie and Clyde-ish right now."

"You have a thing for movie characters, don't you?"

"Bonnie and Clyde were real."

"They were also criminals."

"We defied direct orders from Interpol. We also illegally entered a cabin in the jungle, stole a truck and a boat, and are now sinking the boat, along with the cocaine hidden on it. Oh, and you held a man at gunpoint and trapped him in a closet. I think we've broken a few laws."

He winces. "Sounds so bad."