Page 218 of Hidden Depths

Like every luxury yacht featured in glossy travel magazines.

No one would ever guess she was floating headquarters for murder.

I raised the binoculars.

There he was.

The silver-haired captain.

Standing perfectly still on the upper bridge.

Watching.

Even from this distance, I could feel his eyes on us.

He wasn't nervous.

He wasn't panicked.

He looked...

Patient.

As though he believed this battle had already been won.

A chill ran through me.

"He's here."

Ward looked through the binoculars.

"I see him."

"He isn't leaving."

"No."

Ward lowered the glasses.

"Men like him never do their own dirty work."

Nathan's voice came across the radio.

"The Coast Guard just changed course."

Ward frowned.

"They're cutting us off."

"They're trying to intercept the attack boats before they reach you."

Ben's voice joined the conversation.

"Can they make it?"

No one answered.

None of us knew.