He staggered across the rocks and broken shells towards a figure waiting on the beach, trailing blood in the water from his cut-up feet; he dropped to his knees as soon as it was safe.
He managed: “Yeah, gimme a minute.”
“Take all the time you need.” The man was dressed in an expensive suit, not a speck of sand on him, not a drip of sweat. “Was it necessary to blow up the boat?”
“I admire your dedication to operational security.”
He sat down on the sand, nodded. “Thanks.”
“So let’s talk about your immortal soul.”