Vanya kept her eyes on the water and her thoughts to herself.
The boat Harold had brought around was nothing special, a flat-bottomed aluminum skiff from the sporting goods raid, but it carried more weight than it should have. David sat hunched in the bow with his hands clamped between his knees. Ethan stared at nothing. Jason had his eyes half-closed, the way he did when the dots were running behind them.
Recognize the boat, Vanya thought again, the way she had when she first saw it sinking under a hail of rifle fire. Recognize the family. Decide how far that goes.
