No evidence…no arrests. No arrests…no reprieve from completing the journey to Canada.
Then once at the mansion, Canadian authorities would have zero reasons to issue a search warrant for Provard’s property, which meant she’d be right back in the man’s slimy grips again, this time without a viable excuse like the weather that would make it easy for her to disappear.
Then there was the added dilemma of her brothers. Back home in Maine, the chief’s hands would be tied and the agencies he’d amassed wouldn’t be able to do a legal search of the barn. Not only that, but Bobbie would be stuck with the pair in an increasing unstable environment, both here and at home once they knew she was challenging them for her rightful ownership of the house.
Bobbie truly feared for her future safety in both countries. She knew her brothers wouldn’t keep her away from Provard’s evil intentions if he should try to pull her into his slimy web again. She also understood that once they were apprised that she’d discovered she owned the house they lived in, they’d try to make her disappear. In a bad way.
Bobbie shivered.
Things weren’t looking good.
Smug now, her brothers settled back down onto the comfort of her cushioned benches and waited.
How had everything gone to hell so quickly?
CHAPTER 31
Buck’s reactionwhen he’d seen the first crate come over the side between the sub and theSmall Dream? He should have fucking known. There was no way Bobbie’s siblings would allow the authorities to find their drugs.
He growled.
“I’ll watch the surface and see how many are thrown in,” Spencer told him and Tabitha, also having seen the first box, jettisoned. “You guys can try to keep track of where the damned things land.”
“I’ll hit record on my front, working cameras,” Tabitha informed them.
And Buck would be sure to keep his eyes glued. The pricks weren’t getting away with this.
Wasn’t it too bad for Drew and Jeff that a submarine happened to be on their tail? And even with the current taking the cases and spreading them out over a generous swath of the ocean floor, Buck and company would eventually locate them all.
That became a sure thing when Tabitha reminded them that once they surfaced, they could borrow some neat equipment from the Coasties. They’d be able to tag each crate with one of the cutter’s transponder units, then their divers, using theUSBL, or Ultra Short Baseline system, would be able to pinpoint the landing spot for each of the five units utilizing a simple transceiver.
Yeah. Normally, the dive team from the Coast Guard would be the ones retrieving what was tagged. This time, Buck was determined to be on that crew. Not that he didn’t trust his one-time service associates, but part of him needed to see this entire operation through for Bobbie’s sake.
“Are they finished?” Buck eventually asked Spencer after five crates had floated off and eventually sunk to the bottom where they were currently out of sight.
“It looks like it. And even though they damned things are drifting all over the place, it shouldn’t be tough to eventually find and tag them.”
“Also,” Tabitha put in, “Bobbie’s idiot brothers have those boxes marked with the bright orange lettering of their beer company. That’ll be biting them in the ass because it will actually let us see their booty better in the murk,” Tabbi grinned.
“Okay. We’ve got this, then. Time to confront those assholes,” Spencer told her with satisfaction in his tone.
Tabitha quickly moved them upward, but before they broke the surface?—
“What the hell was that?”
Buck’s blood ran cold. Had it been a gunshot?
“Fuck,” Spencer confirmed his suspicions. “That was a weapon discharging.”
The sub flooded with light as they broke the waves.
“Why would anyone be shooting a gun?” Buck growled. This couldn’t be good.
Before he could puzzle it out and assure himself it was just the Coast Guard sending out a warning signal, Buck glanced out one of the viewing portals and hissed.
Two bodies were struggling in the water amidst a growing pool of blood.
“Shit!” Buck yelped. “Two people overboard. Injuries sustained.”
