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CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

Olivia stared at the road around her, trying not to second-guess her decision.

But she’d be lying if she said her nerves weren’t running hot.

She and Wes would get off this island, drive through the night, and get to the cabin.

He’d told her he had enough leave time to stay with her the whole time.

Doing so would be a huge sacrifice. But Wes didn’t have to stay if he didn’t want to.

Though Olivia didn’t want to face this nightmare alone, she would if necessary.

She sat up straighter as she watched the road, her nerves on edge. “Weren’t you supposed to turn back there? We’re going to the ferry, right?”

She thought she’d seen a sign.

Wes shook his head. “I thought you knew. It’s closed right now. The last trip was at midnight.”

Olivia settled back in her seat. That made sense.

She was reading too much into things, and her nerves were making her jumpy.

She glanced out the window again, her thoughts still churning. “So what are we going to do? Fly?”

“I couldn’t get a plane. But don’t worry. I have a plan.”

She tried to relax, but tension still thrummed inside her.

A moment later, Wes pulled to a stop in front of a marina. Boats bobbed on the water, only illuminated by the moonlight.

“A boat?” Olivia hadn’t expected this one.

He nodded. “We’ll take it to the mainland. I’ve already arranged for a car on the other side. This is the best way.”

She released her breath. His plan made sense. She just needed to take a deep breath and trust that this would work.

Olivia glanced at Wes’ familiar profile as he stared at the road ahead. “You really did some work on this, didn’t you?”

He flashed her a soft smile. “I did. You’re worth it.”

* * *

As Tyson sped down the island roads, Ernest stayed back at the house checking security footage.

Tyson kept the phone on as he scanned the streets, listening for Ernest’s update.

“Wait . . . I see something,” Ernest said.

His grip on the wheel tightened. “What is it?”

“At about ten after twelve, a black SUV pulled up on the road near the house. Olivia got inside—willingly.”

Tyson frowned, even though he’d assumed that much.

“Can you see the driver?” Tyson held his breath as he waited for the answer.

“Unfortunately, I cannot.”

He wasn’t surprised. But if Olivia had left so late, she couldn’t take the ferry off the island.

That only left two options—the airport or the marina.

He knew where he needed to head.