But if it had fallen out, wouldn’t someone have seen it, reported it? Wouldn’t the security officer have been concerned...
Maybe he took it, afraid of it falling into the wrong hands, and forgot to tell them.
“Come on,” Wes repeated.
She nodded and followed him out. They hurried to the deck where they’d dropped their things, but nothing was there. A different security officer was on duty.
Wes started to explain, but before he could begin, he saw that Captain Millbrook was coming toward them.
“The chopper from the Feds will be here in ten. I thought that maybe you’d want to see the people you apprehended gone for good,” he told them.
“Not a bad idea,” Wes said. “We’ve a problem, though. When we went after Broderick McClintock, someone took Chloe’s weapon out of her bag.”
“I’ll get security on it immediately,” Millbrook assured them. “It’s a serious matter, of course. But first... come to the helipad with me, no work on your part. Just watch them go,” Millbrook said. “Then we can get on finding your gun,” he told Chloe. “3D-printed plastic, I believe.”
Chloe nodded and thanked him.
“Come along, then!”
They headed to the yacht’s small helipad and stood next to the captain. The man hadn’t lied; they’d barely arrived before they could hear the helicopter and then, within minutes, it had set down.
Feds stepped out of the aircraft.
Amelia, Celia and Broderick were brought up, all cuffed, Broderick still screaming at anyone near him, calling them all idiot sheep.
Both women were shuffled into the helicopter.
And it was then that the sound of a shot exploded through the air. It was followed by a second sharp retort.
A bullet had slammed into the side of the helicopter, just missing Broderick McClintock.
Officers, the captain and half the people around them shouted, “Get down!”
Broderick was forced to his knees.
As everyone ran for cover, Feds, ship’s security, the captain and Wes and Chloe all searched for the direction the shot had come from, searching for the shooter.
Because Chloe knew they had to find the person. Because she was certain she now knew what had happened to her gun.
But this time...
It seems that someone is trying to kill the known killer!
Eighteen
Many people on board had already moved on from the chaos of the hospital being closed, crew running all over and lifeboats being set down to find a killer.
The average person on board didn’t know about any of the events down in the garbage disposal area and the captain had yet to make his speech.
He wanted the prisoners off his ship before he spoke.
Most probably hadn’t heard the shots.
The Feds taking the prisoners dragged Broderick McClintock onto the helicopter. One man, obviously the agent in charge, looked at Captain Millbrook.
“We have everything under control here. Go, find the shooter!”
In another minute, the helicopter was gone.
