“Listen, if you wanna be inconspicuous in these waters, then you gotta be invisible and to be invisible, you gotta be luxurious!”
“Do I wanna know how much this is costing you?”
“Nah,” Ollie scoffs. “But Saoirse would kill me if I let you down so…” He clears his throat. “Actually, I never uh… I never got to tell you how sorry I am that?—”
“The Serenity.” I cut him off before the conversation can tail into topics I want to avoid. “Is it still docked in Egypt?”
“Lemme check for you— no, Arthur, you can’t eat that! Look! There’s food in your bowl, you big dumb dog.” Groaning, Ollie mutters something under his breath while I catch the clack of keys on a keyboard. A light breeze picks up and touches like a whisper across my bare arms and legs. This April sun is going to burn me to a crisp at this rate.
“How are the facilities?” Ollie asks. “Never been on a yacht myself.”
“Well, I was able to shave, take a shit without being stared at, and sleep in a solid bed for the first time in months, so I’d say pretty good. I almost feel out of place, y’know?”
“Hmm well you Giffords held your wealth in ranches and businesses, not flashy cars and yachts.”
“True.”
“Alright, yep! The Serenity is still docked in Egypt. Ain’t scheduled to leave for a while so you’re good. Although not to be the bearer of bad news, but you seen the news lately?”
“Not since we left Europe, why?”
“You and that chick, you’re top of Interpol's Most Wanted.”
“Higher than Hawk?”
“Yes.”
Fucking Richard. What a dick. “I guess our escape was a blow to the wrong ego.”
“Probably.” Ollie scoffs. “I can get you into Egypt easily enough, but that’s as far as my reach extends. I wish I could help more.”
“You’ve already done more than enough. Thanks, Ollie.”
Being shoved to the top of that list doesn’t worry me but it does mean Hawk will know we’ve escaped and are trying to pick up his trail. My head dips down below my shoulders and I close my eyes.
I’m way out of my depth. This was supposed to be easy. Find Hawk and kill him.
I miss New York.
After returning the phone to the captain, I head back to the top deck where Faina was sunbathing to give her the news but instead of finding her soaking up the sun, she’s pacing back and forth running one hand through her hair with a visible sparkle of tears in her eyes.
“Faina?” All thoughts of Hawk flee my mind. “What’s wrong?”
She spins to face me, sending her hair flying across one shoulder in a wave, and presses one hand against her abdomen as if it will help stem her tears. “Nothing.”
“Stop lying to me,” I snap, struggling to keep my tone gentle. “Talk to me.”
She scoffs and turns away, dragging her hand through her thick hair once more, then she lumps down onto her recliner. “I was just thinking.”
“About?”
Sniffling, she clasps her hands together and then looks up at me with her wide, beautiful blue eyes. “The night at the restaurant when we were attacked, you remember?”
Nodding, I sit on the recliner opposite her.
“Well, I’d been in contact with Anastasia when you went into the bathroom and she was worried. She was urging me to move quickly, but after everything with Interpol, we’ve been delayed for weeks now and I can’t get through to Anastasia. What if we’re too late? What if?—”
What if what happened to your family happens to mine?
