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    Then another.
    He whirled.
    The second man in the pursuing boat was firing at them.
    “Get down,” he yelled to Kirk. He ducked, too, keeping their course and speed steady.
    Two more shots.
    One thudded into the fiberglass to his left.
    The other boat was now fifty feet away. He decided to give his pursuers a little pause. He reached back, found his gun, and sent a bullet their way.
    The other boat veered to starboard.
    They were more than a mile from the Danish shore, nearly at the Øresund’s center. The second boat looped around and was nowapproaching from the right on a path that would cut directly in front of them. He saw that the pistol had been replaced with a short-barreled automatic rifle.
    Only one thing to do.
    He adjusted course straight for them.
    Time for a game of chicken.
    A burst of gunfire cut across the air. He dove to the deck, keeping one hand on the wheel. Rounds whizzed by overhead and a few penetrated the bow. He risked a look. The other boat had veered to port, swinging around, preparing to attack from the rear, where the open deck offered little cover.
    He decided the direct approach was best.
    But it would have to be timed just right.
    He kept the boat racing ahead at nearly full throttle. The second craft’s bow still headed his way.
    “Keep down,” he told Kirk again.
    No worry existed that his order would be disobeyed. Kirk clung to the deck, below the side panels. Malone still held his Beretta but kept it out of sight. The other boat narrowed the distance between them.
    And fast.
    Fifty yards.
    Forty.
    Thirty.
    He yanked the throttle back and brought the engine to idle. Speed vanished. The bow sank into the water. They glided for a few yards then came to a stop. The other boat kept coming.
    Parallel.
    The man with the rifle aimed.
    But before he could fire, Malone shot him in the chest.
    The other boat raced past.
    He reengaged the throttle and the engine sprang to life.
    Inside the second craft he saw the driver reach down and find the rifle. A big loop brought the boat back on an intercept course.
    His feint worked once.
    But would not again.
    Nearly a mile’s worth of water still lay between them and the Danish coast, and he could not outrun the other vessel. Maybe out-maneuver, but for how long? No. He’d have to stand and fight.
    He stared ahead and grabbed his bearings.
    He was five miles or so north of Copenhagen’s outskirts, near the spot where his old friend Henrik Thorvaldsen had once lived.
    “Look at that,” he heard Kirk say.
    He turned back.
    The other boat was a hundred yards away, bearing down. But out of an ever-dimming western sky a high-wing, single-engine Cessna had swooped down. Its trademark tricycle landing gear, no more than six feet clear of the water’s surface, raked the other craft, its wheels nearly smacking the driver who disappeared downward, his hands apparently off the wheel as the bow lurched left.
    Malone used the moment to head for his attacker.
    The plane banked high, gained altitude, and swung around for another pass. He wondered if the pilot realized that there was an automatic weapon about to be aimed skyward. He headed straight for the trouble, as fast as his engine allowed. The other boat had now stopped in the water, its occupant’s attention totally on the plane.
    Which allowed Malone to draw close.
    He was grateful for the distraction, but that assistance was about to turn into disaster. He saw the automatic rifle being aimed at the plane.
    “Get up here,” he screamed to Kirk.
    The man did not move.
    “Don’t make me come get you.”
    Kirk rose.
    “Hold the wheel. Keep us going straight.”
    “Me? What?”
    “Do it.”
    Kirk grabbed hold.
    Malone stepped to the stern, planted his feet, and aimed the gun.
    The plane kept coming. The other man was ready with his rifle. Malone knew he’d have only a few chances from a bumpy deck. The other man suddenly realized that the boat was coming at the same time as the plane.
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