'Yeah. Ordinarily, I'd have ripped Bautista's fucking head off for that paternal uncle shit. Like I need emotional sheltering, he's been through two fucking divorces and he's not even forty yet.' She stared reflectively out to sea. 'I haven't had the time to confront him yet. Too busy being fucked off with you. Look, Kovacs, reason I'm telling you all this is, Ryker stole the boat, he broke West Coast law. I knew.'