“Good.”
She lowered her voice.
“Because if we wait until midnight, you won’t survive.”
I stared at her.
“What do we do?”
“Leave.”
She pointed toward the rear of the yacht.
“There’s an emergency raft on the lower aft deck. We have less than an hour before they start searching for you.”
“What about the crew?”
“Most of them don’t know. The ones who do are being paid.”
She paused.
“And there’s something else you need to know.”
“What?”
Valery’s expression hardened.
“Your husband’s family has been doing this for years.”
She told me about her sister Samantha.
Samantha had married a wealthy businessman connected to the Abernathy family.
Six months later, she disappeared.
Her fortune vanished with her.
The police called it an accident.
Valery never believed it.
“I came aboard this yacht looking for evidence,” she said.
“Tonight, I found it.”
