GREENWICH SHADOWSThe old pier at Greenwich was a decaying remnant of London’s industrial past, a rotting wooden structure jutting out into the muddy river, surrounded by abandoned warehouses and rusted shipping containers. It was the perfect place for a disappearance.Damien cut the engines a hundred yards out, letting the boat’s natural momentum carry us silently into the dark slipway beneath the pier. The hull scraped against the slimy wooden pilings with a soft, wet sound, and the boat came to a complete stop in the deep shadows."Out," I commanded, gesturing to Victoria with the gun.She climbed out of the cabin, her movements stiff and awkward without her high heels, which she had been forced to discard on the boat. Her bare feet hit the cold, damp wood of the pier, and she shivered violently in the biting night air.Damien secured the boat’s mooring lines quickly, then stepped up onto the pier beside us,
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