“I see.”
“TheKasiwas a great boat. A thirty-eight-foot Scout with a twelve-foot beam. Triple Yamaha engines. Had a beautiful cabin, where most deep-sea fishing boats are bowriders. Sleeping berth, stove cooktop, flat-screen TV, shower, sink, and toilet, even an AC unit. And with the tri-engines that baby could really go. I’ve been out on it a bunch ’a times with him.”
“And when he didn’t come back?”
“I had to head out of town that day. I didn’t get back until later the next day. Went down to the marina. TheKasiis two slips over from my bucket. Saw the slip empty and then started raising the alarm.”
“Surprised no one did it before then.”
“People come and go at all hours from that marina. And they don’t have folks there twenty-four seven monitoring who comes and goes. But I called Kasi. She jumped on a chopper and flew down straightaway. Along the way she tried but couldn’t reach her father. I went over to his house in Key West, but the place was empty. His SUV was in the garage. He must have taken a cab or Uber to the marina.”
“Did he usually do that?” asked Decker.
“Sometimes, when he didn’t feel like driving.”
“So, his daughter didn’t talk to him every day, then?”
“She usually did. But she had just gotten back from a business trip. In fact, she had just returned to her place in Miami when I phoned.”
“She said there were smugglers out there,” said Decker.
“There are, but they don’t do their thing during the day. And why would they bother another boat? Just make trouble for themselves.”
“He might have seen something he shouldn’t have out there.”
“Maybe,” Garcia said in a doubtful tone. “But then what happened to theKasi? Hard to hide a fifteen-thousand-pound boat. And they never found any sign that it sank, blew up, or was scuttled. And it’s hard not to have something hit the surface. Oil slick, debris. You can’t pick up every piece.”
And a human body, Decker thought.
“When was the last time you spoke with Kanak?”
“Two days before he went out. He talked to me about the trip. That’s when I knew he wasn’t going fishing. He knew better than that. I mean, you really got to have somebody at the wheel while you’re fishing for the big boys. You use all sorts of different equipment, an array of poles and lines all over the place. And different baits, including surface, weighted and kite, downwind, upwind, teasers, dredges. Lot of stuff going on.”
“How far out would you go?”
“Well, the marlins, sailfish, and yellowfin are usually at least fifteen miles out, that’s been my experience anyway. That’s why they call itdeep-seafishing. We would go out about twenty to twenty-five miles. Water gets really choppy and bad weather can spring up, but Kanak was an old hand. We’ve ridden out many a storm together. Hell, we almost got blown to Cuba once. That was an experience. But the day Kanak went out there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.”
“But with his physical condition, weren’t you worried about him?”
“To tell the truth, I didn’t believe he was going out any more than three or four miles. Just to see the ocean up close one more time.”
“What do you think happened to him, then?”
“Damned if I know. It’s like he rode that boat all the way to heaven.”
Chapter40
T?HE NEXT MORNING DECKER METWhite for a quick breakfast and told her about his late-night meetings with Kline and Perlman, and his call with Danny Garcia.
“Surprised Kline didn’t mention Langley when we spoke with her the first time.”
“In her defense, we really didn’t ask her.”
“So we need to talk to this guy.”
“We do. I got his address.”
“You want to roll Andrew into this?”