He kissed my forehead.
“Midnight isn’t far away.”
Then he left.
I waited.
Ten seconds.
Twenty.
Thirty.
Then a shadow appeared beyond the balcony glass.
A woman.
She raised one finger to her lips.
I nearly screamed.
She opened the balcony door.
“Don’t make a sound,” she whispered.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Valery.”
She stepped inside.
“I work on this yacht.”
“You heard them?”
