Once again I was reminded that I had placed my entire team’s fate in the hands of a relative stranger.
Could I have trusted the wrong person?
Could she actually be leading me to the slaughter?
…or what about Johnny?
No – impossible. I ruled it out completely. He was like a brother to me. There was no way he would betray me.
Still, a little voice whispered in my ear, But what if the price was right?
Paranoia spurred me to action. I peeked out from the alcove –
BLAM.
A gunshot echoed, and the wooden deck at my feet splintered.
I ducked back into the alcove.
It had been a warning – whoever had fired it hadn’t meant to kill me. Either that, or they were a really bad shot. Which I doubted.
I turned back to the door in the alcove. I tried the handle, and the door swung open.
Beyond it, a passageway led into the interior of the yacht.
I decided to take my chances.