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“For fuck’s sake,” I say, swiping my hand across my brow. “Take her out to my yacht—”

“Wait,” Logan says. “You’re not coming back with me?”

“I will, but I need to talk to Megan in private. I’ll meet you in Freeport tomorrow.”

“And then what?”

“Then… I dunno. I came here looking for Charlotte but now she’s dead. So I dunno. I need to call

Joey and Jesse and let them know what we found.”

“What did we find?” Logan asks.

“I… don’t really know that either. That’s why I need a night alone with Megan. She knows more

than she’s letting on and I think I can get it out of her.”

“Uh… I think you lost all your cred with her, Johnny. If she’s involved in this, she’s not telling you

shit. At least not the truth.”

“Give me one night,” I say. “Then, if I still think she’s holding back, we’ll move on.”

“OK,” Logan says. “But what about those people back in the lab? Won’t they be missed?”

“No. This was a set up. No one’s going to be missed.” I glance down, scowling at Megan’s

unconscious body.

She lied to me.

Granted, I knew this last night. But it still fucking stings today.

I turn away, but then I turn back. “Don’t kill that hazmat girl yet. I still need her.”

“Even if she mouths off?”

“Just… gag her and throw her into a room. I’ll come back for her tomorrow.”

Chuckles from Logan’s team.

Psychopaths all the way around.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - MEGAN

I feel like I’ve been here before. The rolling motion of an ocean beneath me. The confusion, the

sick feeling in my stomach, the too-heavy eyelids.

I float in that state between waking and dreams until it all comes back.

The dungeon. The starvation. The thirst. The humiliation. The threats. The way out.

Johnny.

The island.

Death.