Inside the U-Boat, the skeleton handcuffed Gregson and Tiffany to a pole. It was Caribbean Voodoo and WWII.
“You’ve threatened my entire operation. So, tell me what I want to know.”
“What?” Gregson asked.
“You tell me!” The skeleton said. He walked to a basket and bumped the lid. “Nagina knows when you are lying; she senses fear.” His bony hand went into the basket and pulled a thin green snake oozing poison from her expressed fangs. It jumped towards Gregson, but the skeleton restrained the tail.
“Don’t cry my dear; the venom is painless.”
“Okay, we know about the cocaine. We know about your operation. We didn’t mean to find it, but the cat is out of the bag,” Tiffany sobbed.
Gregson looked at her. She didn’t know. She wasn’t even close.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” the skeleton said. The snake spit poison at Gregson’s eyes.
“It’s not the diamond and it’s not the drugs. It’s the ship.” Gregson pulled a watch from his pocket.
“Is that an Omega?” Tiffany asked.
“Something like that. It tells the time, but it’s also a Geiger counter. They’re moving cocaine for the cartel to learn smuggling routes.”
“Who are you?” The skeleton asked.
“That doesn’t matter,” Gregson said. “You’re going to blow up DC.”
“As high as I can.”
“What?” Tiffany cried.
“Voodoo Sands is a nuclear bomb.”