At first light Core Hart climbed the outside spiral stair onto his flat roof. He sat down at the rooftop picnic table and scanned the turtle grass flat that was his front yard with a spotting scope. A half mile out, at the edge of the flat, he marked a pod of three large bonefish, tails flashing silver as they fed on small crabs and shrimp. He scanned down the flat looking for others, knowing they would move to deeper cooler water the instant the full sun was on the water.  He found no other bonefish or permit but instead marked a bloated porpoise carcass pushed up against the flat with sharks feeding in a semi-circle frenzy. Core wondered how long it would be before the sharks devoured the carcass then scanned back to verify the bonefish were still tailing.  The distant thud-thud-thud of a helicopter coming in to land at Outward Cay’s small airstrip spooked the bones. The last time Core heard a helicopter land at Outward Cay was just before 9/11 when his Fraternity roommate came to fish. His fraternity roommate was a CIA legacy whose father had been director of counter intelligence. His nickname at their Fraternity…