Crk Ships Novels & Stories

the man answered. “What is today’s shipment?” Commander Sykes asked. “No one knows sir, we just unload the boats and reload them onto others or into tractor trailers, officer,” the man replied. “Let’s get them all cuffed and transported to the station for booking. Time to call DHS and a crime scene team to go through this ship with a fine tooth comb. Someone get a BOLO out on Hollis Quisling,” Commander Sykes directed. Frankie POV

Pov ARIA A blinding halogen spotlight cut through the mist, pinning Kruger and his men in a stark, violent beam of white light. The air was instantly shattered by the deafening, metallic thrum of a heavy twin-diesel engine reversing hard against the tide. It wasn't a sleek military frigate. It was a battered, fifty-foot steel-hulled crabbing vessel, its black paint peeling off in long, rust-colored scabs, roaring out of the fog like a phantom ship.