He looked at the security men, scattered on the dock around him. They had been part of his deal with the so-called terrorists: armed bodyguards. He’d thought they might get lucky, maybe damage Cade if all else failed.

Predictably, he’d expected far too much. Konrad suspected the little Arab snot had paid bargain rates.

The man on the ground closest to Konrad groaned. Konrad nudged him with his toe, and the man’s eyes opened.

“One of you still needs to get my container loaded,” Konrad told him. “The man who did this to you—he’s almost certainly going to be back. And I don’t want to be anywhere he can find me.”

The man’s head lolled back, and he closed his eyes again.

Konrad looked to the sky. It was just so hard to find good help these days.