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It was the last word Eric yelled before the icy water closed over them.
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“No!” The gutturalword ripped from Hannah’s throat as she watched Eric tumble over the side of the boat.
She rushed to turn the boat back to where they’d fallen in. This time of year, the water temperature was much too cold and would be deadly if he was in it too long.
She grabbed the wheel, sending up a prayer of thanks for her uncle who’d taken her boating every summer. It meant she knew how to work this sucker.
She could see the men thrashing in the water and once she was close, killed the engine.
Stoddard and Eric continued their fight, each struggling to restrain the other. It seemed that neither had his gun anymore.
A quick glance showed one of the guns on the floor of the boat, and she rushed to grab it.
She moved to the edge of the boat, her heart racing as she tried to line up a shot on Wentworth.
She never fired a gun in her life. Never even held one.
Hopefully, it was as easy as pulling the trigger.
“Get away from Eric,” she screamed, giving Wentworth one last chance.
The nightmare of a man swept his gaze toward her, his eyes cold and full of anger. His lips were blue.
“I really didn’t think you’d be this complicated when I first saw you.” Stoddard shoved Eric under the water. “You’re just like the rest.”
“Wrong answer, a-hole.”
She took aim near Wentworth’s shoulder, closed her eyes and pulled the trigger.
“Ow.” The pain of the recoil sent her stumbling backward and the gun fell from her hands.
Another reason to never fire a gun.
She crawled back to the side of the boat to peer over the side.
Stoddard was floating face down in the water while Eric swam to the boat.
“Oh my god, did I hit him?” Shock ripped through her as she scanned the water for blood.
“I’m not sure.”
Eric grunted as he tried to get into the boat. When he struggled she reached out to help him. He grabbed her arm with one hand and the boat with another, then finally managed to pull himself over the edge.
She rushed to him as he collapsed in a heap.
“You’re shaking.” Terror seized her as she noted his blue lips and pale skin.
No, no, no.
He could have hypothermia.
She stumbled around the boat, trying to find some kind of blanket.
There had to be something.
In one of the storage bins, she found a small tarp that would be big enough to cover him. Under it were several knives and zip ties.
