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"Is this what I pay you to do?" From his position on the lounge chair, Bobby Quinn opened his eyes and stared up at the silhouette of his brother Brad. God he hated the sonofabitch. "I'm not out on a charter, so you aren't paying me at all." "So why aren't you out busting your balls to get a charter?" Bobby sat up and gestured towards the virtually empty marina. "It's Wednesday. Do you see a lot of tourists around?" Brad made that little sound in his throat Bobby hated. "Could be something to do with the location, or maybe I need to find a captain who's willing to get out and drum up business." Standing, Bobby's hands clenched into fists. "You threatening me? Your own brother?" Brad stuck his hands in his designer suit pockets and shrugged. "Half-brother. Besides, it's business." Bobby knew Brad was lying. It wasn't business at all. Since the day he'd been born, Brad had hated his guts. Was it his fault their mutual father had fucked his secretary and then divorced his wife when his mistress, aka Bobby's mother, turned up pregnant? From the way Brad treated him, Bobby guessed his half-brother's answer to the question would be a resounding yes. "And just where am I supposed to find people who can afford the prices you're charging for a day out on the ocean?" Brad shrugged again in that 'I can't be bothered with details' way he had. "That's your problem." "Is there anything else you need?" Bobby asked, ready for the conversation ...