Hopefully.
Either way, I wasn’t going to let Knox rush in and save the day on his own. I didn’t work that way. If we had action, I wanted to be included. As long as no one started shooting. I’d asked for a gun, but from the way Calder laughed and Knox’s eyes widened, that was never going to happen.
“What’s up?” I whispered to Knox when we hadn’t moved from the edge of the boat.
He gave me a slight grin. “Just making sure you don’t want to stay in the boat. I’d be back in a few minutes.”
My eyes narrowed. “No,” I lied.
I actually wanted to go back to the boat and be somewhere safe, but again… I wasn’t letting the former SEAL have all the fun out here.
He shook his head, and I glanced around him, trying my best to give off an unaffected appearance.
The deck was empty.
Way too empty.
We slipped inside the hatch without meeting a single person. Weren’t these yachts supposed to have full crews? An interior light glowed faintly from recessed lighting that looked expensive. In fact, everything smelled like money—leather, polished dark woods, something else that I couldn’t name because I wasn’t rich.
Knox held his hand up, peeked around a corner, and then gestured forward to what had to be an office. How much money did Rex have that he had “office on a yacht money”? I guess once you had yacht money, it was all just extra.
If we saw a golden toilet, I’d lose my shit. Maybe burn the place down.
After we were off the boat, of course.
“That’s where the computer is going to be,” Knox said as we edged our way closer.
I rolled my eyes, but he was facing away and didn’t see. “Obviously.”
His face said he didn’t love my tone when he glanced back at me with one eyebrow raised. “Stay here.”
He entered the office, leaving me outside, hovering near the door. Knox moved silently, and I held my breath as I watched him free the laptop from the desk. It only took seconds, but they stretched on for what felt like hours.
My heart jumped as I heard it.
Footsteps.
I waved at Knox.
Voices.
My pulse spiked, and my eyes widened, hoping he’d get the message.
The SEAL was opening desk drawers as if he was searching for another laptop or stacks of money. Whatever rich people kept in desk drawers.
“Knox,” I whispered and gave him another frantic hand wave.
He looked up just as the door on the other side of the room slammed open.
Rex walked through, his eyes wide and his pupils round as if he wasn’t human. The gun in his hand flicked between Knox and me. Then it paused, focused on my chest, and Rex smiled, the most evil, sadistic smile I’d ever witnessed. As if he really wasn’t human, but a demon straight from hell.
“Nice to see you again, Emerson,” Rex said, his words slurring.
Then everything exploded into chaos.
Knox raced toward me, shoving me out the doorway as Rex’s gun fired. The shot blasted into the wall, spraying plaster everywhere. He thrust the laptop against my chest. “Run!”
Before I could move, Knox barreled into Rex, who had sprinted toward us. The two crashed into the desk.
