Anthony’s eyes glittered. “Are you calling me a liar, Cortez? ‘Cause I don’t like that tone. Not one bit. We’re gonna go back to the boat, and we’re gonna be in complete agreement here. We’re gonna get some more people out here, and they’re gonna figure out what happened, you’ll see.” He began jogging down the beach towards the RBS, not bothering to see if Cortez was tagging along.