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Fraser sprinted toward the rail and took cover near a windlass.
Then Ned watched as Fraser grabbed a guard and pulled him into a choke hold. The man was down in a moment, and Fraser rolled him over, fumbled a little with the zip tie, but got it on and then motioned for Ned.
Not bad for a guy in a cast. But Fraser probably needed to ease up on the hand-to-hand combat there, bro.
Now, Ned followed his brother and took position at the windlass. Fraser moved up to a bolt for a mooring line. Crouched there while waiting for another guard, then brought him to the deck, same maneuver.
So far, no lives lost.
Ned chased him up the deck of the ship, leaving behind a trail of guards, zip-tied and gagged. It might slow them down.
They reached the superstructure and took cover under the walkway leading to the stern. Here, more windlasses and bolts and lines offered protection, and they moved quickly. Apparently, security on board didn’t expect an attack on the ship—so they went unharassed.
“Stairs,” said Ned, and Fraser scooted toward them, quickly ascending.
Ned followed, and then they were on the first level.
No card reader here—Ned simply opened the door and found himself in the inner hallways. He spotted a map, memorized the route, and in moments, they reached the infirmary.
Dark, abandoned—so much for the doctor on staff. Two patients, both of them locked to their beds. Neither of them was Judah.
Fraser hissed, then motioned, and Ned headed for another door and followed Fraser in.
The cadaver cover sat on a gurney. Empty.What?
“She didn’t make it.”
“Do we go back to the cargo bay?” Fraser said.
Ned stared at the cover. There was no way he’d get in that thing—even if he did think it might get him off the ship. The claustrophobia of it, the helplessness…nope.
And he wasn’t the only one who didn’t like being helpless.
“If it were me, and I was free, I’d get off this ship any way, any how.”
Fraser looked at him. “Take your chances with the sea?”
Ned was out the door and headed to the rail. He took the stairs down to the deck the way he’d come.
They were dockside, away from the ocean side. But here, too, there was boat clutter and harbor debris.
But if she jumped on the other side, the waves would bash her against the ship.
“This is a bad idea.”
“She’s not on this side,” Fraser said, using his scope now to scan the port side. “Let’s try starboard.”
They crossed over the back of the ship, near the lifeboat and broken rescue boat, and Fraser scanned the rail. “No joy.”
A shout lifted, echoing into the night. Russian.
Fraser pointed toward the stairs, and Ned slid down them, picked up his gun.
A guard ran full speed at a figure standing at the rail.
Shae!
He took off.Do not go over. Do not—
