Those massive windows,” he rasped, his voice icy, “aren’t bulletproof.

Hannah’s gaze drifted to the transparent sheet separating them from the endless ocean, a canvas splashed with the dying embers of sunset.

“This is a cruise liner,” she scoffed, “not your boss’s fortified villa.

Why on earth would it need impenetrable glass?”

Her lighthearted response met with a stony silence.

Winston, with a glint of steel in his eyes, continued, “Wealthy businessmen swarm this ship, yes, but there are shadows too, gangsters slithering amongst the guests.

Had we not embarked in Newfort, their numbers would be thicker than barnacles on a galleon.

He turned on her, his voice a razor whisper.

“Can you cheat death if a single shot finds its mark in the dead of night, unprepared?”

Hannah, chilled by his grim pronouncement, scrutinized him.

“Is this your first voyage on this ship?”

“The people of the Queen Elizabeth have invited the boss before, but he’s never actually allowed any of us aboard,” Winston explained.

“I’m only here because I have permission to escort you.

ever the woman of action, cut through the

you take me to

course,” his voice

on the

take you there,” Winston said, glancing at

took the elevator down to the first floor,

a different drama

Caleb, a shadow of worry clinging to

“Mr.

Mitchell,” he hissed.

to go out! As predicted, the male guests are strip-searched as

sweat

it will take another seven days before the ship docks

I’m afraid I don’t know how much time we

like a shroud,

stubborn lodger,

rasped, voice a dry whisper, “is

us at the docks, it’ll be the end

frail as he asked, “What’s

of calm,

it

Every exit is guarded.

Bryson nodded.

“I know.

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