I PULLED A MAFIA BOSS FROM A SINKING YACHT—24 HOURS LATER, HIS BODYGUARD BROUGHT $2 MILLION TO MY DOOR

my people pick me up?”

I should have said no.

I should have called the Coast Guard, the police, anyone with authority over strangers whose yachts exploded in the middle of the night because someone wanted them dead.

But he was pale. Injured. Still somehow radiating danger from a cot in a tiny medical bay.

And I could not make myself throw a drowning man continue reading …