Stunned, he tried to process it. “Ava’s pregnant?”
Madelyn nodded. “Let it go, Sebastian. The Coast Guard will pick them up.”
It finally sank in, and a grin tugged Sebastian’s face. “I’m going to be a dad!”
“Yeah, you are,” Madelyn said.
I tossed the dead thug overboard, then fired up the perp’s boat. It wasn’t exactly protocol.
Madelyn looked at me with worried eyes. “Be safe!”
I nodded.
JD turned the boat around and headed back toward Coconut Key.
I set out to follow the helicopter and rendezvous with the sheriff.
47
The angry sea tossed around the tiny boat like it was a toy in a tub. Lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled. Stinging rain poured down as I motored into the abyss like a fool.
Like scaling a mountain, I rode the swells up, then plunged into the deepest valley.
It was slow going, but I finally pulled within sight of the superyacht.
I was ahead of the Coast Guard and the sheriff. When I finally caught up to the perps, I was all alone. The tiny boat closed in on the stern of the Endeavor.
The black helicopter rested on a helipad at the foredeck, still coughing black smoke. We’d definitely ruptured something with our onslaught.
A goon on the aft deck spotted me.
I shouted through the megaphone, “Sheriff’s Department. Heave to and prepare to be boarded.”
He shouldered his rifle. Muzzle flash lit up the night.
Bullets streaked in my direction, peppering the water and ripping across the bow.
I grabbed my rifle and took aim over the windscreen.
The boats pitched and rolled.
I timed my shot and squeezed the trigger when everything came into alignment.
The goon ducked for cover as my bullets peppered the gunwale.
He sprang back with another volley of gunfire.
I fired back and caught the scumbag in the throat. He flopped back against the deck.
I worked the helm and kept up with the Endeavor.
But it wasn’t long before another took his place. The dirtbag opened fire, and more bullets streaked through the air.
I managed the helm while angling my rifle over the windshield, firing at the scumbag. The rifle hammered, and brass shell casings danced.
The rain still poured down, and swells tossed the tiny boat around.
It was pure insanity.
