I looked at the communicator.
“Then let’s finish this.”
We waited until the yacht entered the outer edge of the storm.
Rain began hammering the windows.
The waves grew violent.
The family was distracted downstairs.
Valery opened the emergency hatch.
We slipped onto the lower deck.
Then we heard a voice.
“WHERE IS SHE?”
Lucas.
He had discovered I was gone.
“Check the suite!”
Footsteps thundered above us.
Valery released the raft.
It dropped into the black ocean.
“Go!”
I climbed down.
Then a gunshot cracked through the storm.
We jumped.
The raft slammed into the waves.
Behind us, Marcus Abernathy appeared on the deck.
He pointed toward us.
“GET BACK HERE!”
A second vessel launched from the yacht.
It came after us.
