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.

the woman of

take me to the

his voice softened, the storm

the

take you there,” Winston said,

took the elevator down to the first floor, intent on finishing what they

different drama unfolded

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

“Mr.

Mitchell,” he hissed.

not to go out! As predicted, the male guests are

of sweat rolled down

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

that bullet from your abdomen, I’m afraid

pallor clung to Bryson’s face like a shroud,

lodger, kept the wound from

rasped, voice a dry whisper, “is a slow waltz

at the docks, it’ll

“What’s the movement of Wilde’s

eyes, usually pools of calm, flickered with

comb it like hungry

Every exit is guarded.

Bryson nodded.

“I know.

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