Ship Bob Novels & Stories

The numbers were staggering. "This can't be real," I whispered. "This is, this is millions." "Forty seven million, to be precise," Robert confirmed. "But that's not the most important part." "What could be more important than forty seven million dollars?" Luca's voice was sharp. Robert pulled out another document, this one older, yellowed at the edges. "Your father also owned something else. Something he acquired years ago, before his fall from grace. He owned shares in a very specific company. A shipping company that controls most of the port traffic on the East Coast."

Cosco Shipping Pisces. "Filter by current location, New York/New Jersey harbor," Wong says to the computer. The list shrinks to three names. Atlantic Conveyor. Hanjin Seattle. Krasnaya Zvezda. My eyes lock onto the third name. "Krasnaya Zvezda," I read aloud. "Red Star." "Russian flagged," Wong says, pulling up the vessel’s registry. "Registered in St. Petersburg. Owned by a shell company in Cyprus called Vostok Holdings."

"The engineers who built my father's invisible digital scaffolding are officially blind. Victor! Confirm the status of the vessel." "The Apapa Star is holding her position, boss," Victor called out from the auxiliary terminal, his fingers flying across his keyboard as he monitored the maritime navigation tracking. "The automated navigation script didn't trigger the self-destruct. The master override block caught the smart contract before the local servers could wipe the data payload. The ship is still steaming toward our private Brooklyn pier but we have a live anomaly on the console."

Gia reached out, her heart skipping a beat as she saw the unsaved number. Unknown: Open your laptop. Look at the pre-market shipping indexes for the Eastern Seaboard. Gia sat up, pulling her laptop onto her covers and logging into the high-clearance financial terminal Leo had given her access to. She pulled up the Thorne Shipping Corporation’s primary ticker. The screen flashed with a sea of aggressive, bleeding red.