Another groan sounded from behind him. That had to be a good sign.
“Preston. Preston,” the same woman said.
No response.
“He’s out again. He needs medical attention.”
“As soon as we find the bag, he can get the attention he needs. Until then, his life is in your hands,” the man said, looking Cap square in the eyes.
Cap had no choice. He needed to make an effort to find the drugs until he could think of a way out of this mess.
Though the reality of the matter was they’d all be dead before the end of the day. He wasn’t ready to be dead, and he suspected his passengers weren’t either.
Chapter Four
“Fine, we’ll backtrack. Emma, do you have any clue how long ago or where you tossed the bag?”
Emma shook her head. “All I remember is it was after we got out of the canal. You were already going pretty fast.”
She glanced around the vast expanse of water. “It all looks the same to me out here.”
“We need to move. Now!” the man with the Colombian accent demanded.
Cap looked at the three women huddled around Preston.
“One of you needs to go into the cabin and grab a blanket from the drawer under the bench seat. Cover Preston and keep him secure while we’re moving. Don’t move him. I don’t know if he has a neck injury.”
“We don’t have time for this!” the gunman snapped.
“I’m not moving until he’s taken care of and my lines are reeled in,” Cap stated firmly.
He was trying to buy time to think about what to do.
“Fine,” the man said, irritation flashing across his face as he motioned for Morgan to go into the cabin.
Then, without warning, he and his partner grabbed the four active rods from the rod holders and hurled them into the lake.
Cap winced. Nearly a thousand dollars’ worth of equipment vanished beneath the surface.
“Done,” the man said with a laugh.
The man on the speedboat laughed, too.
Assholes.
Morgan returned with the blanket and covered Preston.
“Okay, you three ladies sit by Preston and keep him from bouncing around.”
They followed his directions without complaint.
“I’ll backtrack, but we’ll probably never find this bag,” Cap said, turning to the man who appeared to be the ringleader of the trio.
“It floats and has a beacon,” Jonathan muttered from his seated position on the deck.
So, the coward speaks.
“Beacon?” Emma questioned.
