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

to the one

course,” his voice softened,

the

you there,” Winston said, glancing at his

elevator down to the first floor, intent on finishing what

drama unfolded aboard the

a different floor, Caleb, a shadow of worry clinging to him, burst into

“Mr.

Mitchell,” he hissed.

out! As predicted,

of sweat rolled down Caleb’s

take another seven days before the ship docks again,” he stammered,

removing that bullet from your abdomen, I’m afraid I don’t know how much time

to Bryson’s face like a

lodger, kept the wound from

voice a dry

docks, it’ll be the end for

frail as he asked, “What’s the

of calm, flickered

comb it like

Every exit is guarded.

Bryson nodded.

“I know.

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