Over to the right, on the edge of the yacht, wearing nothing but tight board shorts. He was tan and had an array of tattoos down one arm, and he was holding a wooden spear with a shiny bladed tip. He glanced over at the commotion on the helipad but didn’t seem to care very much. Abruptly, he dove headfirst into the water, disappearing under the surface. I shuddered; I knew that the water off the coast was frigid this time of year, and the swimmer wasn’t wearing a wet suit.Back on the boat, the well-dressed man cleared his throat and said in a crisp English accent, “It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Villar.”“Nice to meet you, Mr. Soriano,” I said, extending my hand.The man chuckled softly as he shook my hand.“What’s so funny?” I asked.“The whole world,” he replied. “But especially what you just said.”“This is Roman Gomez, Mr. Joemar Soriano’s personal assistant,” Andre explained. The two of them embraced briefly, and then Andre added, “Didn’t realize you were back so soon.”“I fi
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