Chapter Twenty Two

 

9:45 p.m. EST

 

Russ Parker’s cohort, the skinny cop on the Channel 10 video, boarded the fifty-foot yacht End Zone for a promised once-in-a-lifetime adventure. Offering him a drink on deck, a buxom hostess assured him that the Dolphin cheerleaders were in the master suite a deck below, with Russ. He smiled and said, “That stud, Russ.”

The hostess told him they would all be up soon.

Food, booze and women—what more could you want? A seven-day cruise to paradise, the Caymans, then on to Cozumel.

Two miles out to sea, on his third Cutty and soda, as he was snacking down a dozen clams casino waiting for the cheerleaders and Russ, a red fire axe severed the cohort’s head just below the Adam’s apple. Toes still twitching, head whole, the eyes retaining a surprised expression, the remains were carried astern and thrown to circling chummed sharks. No one would ever know.