Captain Hook 2003 Novels & Stories

the voice barked. "The ledger is secured, but the decryption key is with the boy," Roman said, his voice clipped and professional, completely masking the agonizing pain he was in. "Change of plans. Release the captain. Let him walk out of the warehouse. We're bringing the rookie to Pier 44 to unlock the drive." There was a long, agonizing pause on the other end of the line, the sound of the ocean wind whipping through the microphone, before the gruff voice finally grunted. "Copy that. The hockey player is being cut loose. Bring the kid."

I looked at the guy and he nodded his head at me as if he could hear my conversation. He gestured his hand for me to go. "Evening ma'am, if you'll please follow me," he said with a deep voice and a thick British accent. I gave him a nod and we walked quietly to the car. Which is definitely not a sports car. "Hello captain" I said to him once I was seated in the flashy car I had seen earlier but didn't think much about. He gave me a wide smile and pecked my cheeks which earned a blush from me.

I tried again, louder. “Hey. I’m Lena Hale from the Northcrest Daily. I need to set up an interview with you for a feature.” Cole finally slowed down and glided over. He stopped right in front of me, still on the ice while I stood on the rubber mats. Up close he was even taller than I thought. His eyes were this crazy light blue, almost gray. Cold. He looked at me like I was wasting his time. I waited. He said nothing. “Good communication skills for a captain,” I said, unable to keep the sarcasm out.