Chapter 6
Today was Tuesday. The ship had just left the port of Miami yesterday. Their first stop was Nassau, Bahamas tomorrow. I looked at the photo of my son one more time. He looked like me. He had my eyes, my chin, but he did not have my spine. He was a coward who let his wife abuse a child because it was easier than fighting her.
I closed the laptop. The sad grandfather who wanted everyone to get along, died in that cold, dark kitchen tonight. Bill Slater, the logistics commander, was back. I opened my safe. I moved past the stack of bonds and the deed to my house. I reached to the back where I kept my emergency cash.
A thick stack of $100 bills wrapped in a rubber band. I call it my war chest. I counted out $10,000. Then another 10. I am not just going to rescue Mia, I whispered to the empty room. I am going to destroy their vacation. I am going to destroy their reputation. and then I am going to take my granddaughter back forever.
I booked two tickets to Nassau one way. The sun was just starting to rise, turning the sky a blood red. It was fitting because I was coming for blood. The automatic sliding doors of the departures terminal parted and a wall of noise hit us instantly. It was the specific frequency of travel chaos. crying babies, rolling suitcases clattering over tile, the droning voice of the intercom announcing delays.
For most people, this environment is a headache. For me, it was just another logistical puzzle to solve. I held Mia’s hand tightly. Her palm was sweating. She was wearing a t-shirt I had bought her at a 24-hour superstore on the way to the airport because we had left her clothes behind in that house of horrors.
It was pink and slightly too big, but she looked clean. She looked cared for. That was all that mattered. We joined the line for the check encounter. It was long winding back and forth between the tensile barriers like a snake. The digital board above us flashed the flight information. Miami to Nassau. Departing in 2 hours.
We were cutting it close, but in my experience, the best missions are the ones where you do not have time to overthink. I looked down at Mia. She was staring at her feet, avoiding eye contact with the other travelers. ‘Grandpa, are you sure we can go?’ she asked softly. ‘Mommy said tickets cost a million dollars.