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I follow him with my eyes as he walks across the room and heads outside and then disappears

around the starboard side deck.

I get up, watching through the windows along the outer side deck as he walks to the bow of the

yacht to make his call. Then I go down the stairs to my cabin and smash my head against the porthole

on the side of the bed, trying to keep him in view.

He’s pacing back and forth along the side deck as he talks. Stops for a moment, probably to listen,

then starts shaking his head. But before I can read his lips, he turns his back to me.

Johnny Boston is up to something. There’s more to his mission down here than finding some forgotten ex of his brother’s. Niece or no niece. Way supporters do not step out of line. No one steps

out of line if they want to live.

So what is his deal? Death wish?

That’s great. Just great.

I want to live. I want to save my father and try to get our lives back. If that’s even possible at this

point.

So my big question now is… how far will I go with Johnny?

Maybe I should disappear in Freeport? It’s a big enough city to get lost in. But it’s not very safe.

And I don’t have any ID or money. Not only that, my father’s life is on the line here. I can’t just

pretend this isn’t happening. But Johnny Boston is a wild card. He’s up to something bad and he’s

going to drag me into it with him. I don’t know much about this man, but it doesn’t take a genius to see

there’s something wrong with him.

There’s always something wrong with men like him.

I go back up to the helm and pretend to be interested in weather reports flashing across his screen

as he comes back from his phone call.

I start the yacht and say, “OK. We’re set. Our course to Freeport is plotted.”

“Wow, you really do know what you’re doing,” Johnny says, entering the helm space and taking the

same seat he was sitting in before. His spirits are higher now.

“Who did you call?” I ask, unable to stop myself from being nosy.

“An old friend. He and I used to help each other out but he retired a couple years ago and I haven’t

seen him much since then.”

“Is that who we’re gonna see in Freeport for guns?”

Johnny grins at me. “You don’t miss much, do you?”