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Creed lifts his gaze. “What’s wrong, babe?”
Just another person caught in the crossfire of my life.
“Just tired of seeing people die,” I croak.
He smirks, shaking his head. “Don’t feel bad for this guy. He was fucked up. Tried ruining all our lives before he was silenced.”
I shake my head, shocked that this is honestly my life.
Killing people. Covering up murderers. Burying bodies.
“Help me toss him over,” Kyler says.
Archer shifts the boat, and we start to bob a little bit toward the trees. Archer grabs his shoulders, while Kyler grabs his tied wrists. Creed stands to the side, the tied-up rock in his grip, which is connected to the man’s ankles. The three of them shuffle to the edge of the boat, and I watch them act so naturally, as if it’s just another day.
“Ready?” Creed grunts. And together, they rock the body from left to right, counting to three.
One… two… three.
And as if they are one, the three of them let go of the body, rock, and rope, and we watch as it rolls through the air before crashing against the surface of the water.
The eight of us scramble to the edge of the boat, and it rocks, tipping toward one side as we grip the edge and stare at the water.
The rock goes under instantly, and the man’s feet sink, followed by his legs. Suddenly, his shoulders bob a moment before they submerge, his body slipping into the darkness of the ocean.
Bubbles pop on the surface as he descends to the ocean floor. I wait for him to come back up, for him to crash back to the surface with a severe look on his face and handcuffs in his grip.
I anticipate it, though it never comes.
We’re all staring at the water in shock as red, white, and blue lights hit the water, illuminating our boat.
My entire soul stiffens, and Posie lets out a whimper. “Shit, we’re fucked.”
“We’re fine. Don’t say a word,” I whisper. Shoving off the end of the boat, I turn around, seeing an officer in a police boat slowing down, a pair of binoculars pressed against his eyes as he comes to a stop behind our boat.
“He’s got fucking binoculars!” Eloise whispers. “Holy shit, we’re about to go to prison.”
“I knew we should have called the police,” Posie grumbles.
“Shut the fuck up, Posie, and don’t say a damn word,” Archer snaps.
Reign sits quietly at the end of the boat, looking more relaxed and unbothered than I’ve ever seen him as he watches the chaos ensue around him.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask him.
He shrugs. “Watching everyone panic.” He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, you guys don’t look fucking suspicious at all racing around like a ton of junkies or something.” Shoving to a stand, he looks dangerous as he walks toward the officer’s boat.
“Evening,” the officer says. He pulls out his flashlight, shining it around every inch of the boat. “What’re you guys doing out this time of night?”
“Just hanging out,” Reign clips, not giving any more than his quick response.
The officer’s flashlight lands on the remaining rope, rolled up into a heap in the corner of the boat. “Is there a reason y’all have rope?”
Reign cocks his head to the side. “Is there a reason why you wouldn’t have rope on a boat? I almost think it’s a necessity.”
“It is,” I grit. I’ve lived in Maine my entire life. Fishermen are big around these parts, yet this officer thought it smart to question.
Fucking idiot.
