“Not knowing, I dispatched an ambulance and squad. They’ll be here shortly, so we need to get to one of those docks,” the chief said as he pointed to shore.
Sirens wailed in the distance.
Emma felt relieved for Preston but worried about Carly.
“And the rest?” the chief asked.
“Shaken,” Morgan said.
“Yes,” Hailey echoed.
“And you’re okay?” the chief asked Cap.
“Fine. Just a couple of bruises from an altercation. But…” Cap said and paused as he bounced his gaze between the chief and her.
“The Colombians threw one of my passengers, a man, overboard. His hands were bound, and he was beaten pretty badly. He was their courier.”
Cap paused again.
“It’s been a while since he was sighted.”
Emma choked back a sob, but not before a part of it squeaked out of her.
Chief Mertz nodded. “Dan, call that in to the Coast Guard.”
“That’s unfortunate,” Cap said grimly.
Emma looked at Cap. Yes, it was unfortunate, but that seemed like an odd comment for him to make, especially with that grim tone. What didn’t she know?
“Yeah,” the chief replied.
“What does that mean?” Emma asked.
The chief’s light brown eyes softened. “It means that the Coast Guard will redirect to this location because of the missing person in the water.”
“Oh, no! What about Carly?”
Cap’s gaze hit the deck.
“Can they do that?” Morgan excitedly questioned.
Cap lifted his gaze slowly and fixed it on her.
“A man overboard trumps a kidnapping victim,” he said solemnly.
Her heart sank. Poor Carly. This was all her fault. She knew it. She was fully responsible for whatever happened to her friend.
“Emma, who is this man to you?” the chief asked, pulling her out of the horrific thoughts of what may become of her friend.
“My ex-fiancé. Jonathan Milbourne.”
“Did you know about the drug drop?”
Suddenly, she felt so much shame just for knowing him, and her gaze hit the surface of the deck.
“No. I thought he was a commercial real estate lender.”
“Chief, the ambulance pulled up to the dock,” the policewoman said from the other boat as she pointed to the shore.
