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CHAPTER SIXTY

“That looks like the boat,” Walleye muttered, pulling out some binoculars.

“Cut your lights so they won’t see us coming.”

“Since you’re footing this bill . . .” He flipped off the lights. “Your wish is my command.”

They idled closer.

Tyson took the binoculars from Walleye and focused on the boat in the distance.

Someone rushed onto the deck.

A woman.

Was that . . . Olivia?

Relief filled him. But the emotion was short-lived.

Because a man then appeared. He was crouched over, holding his face.

The woman ran to the railing. It was Olivia. He knew it was.

Tyson’s breath caught.

Was she going to . . . jump?

His heart thudded in his ears.

He watched as the woman leapt overboard.

But this water . . . it was rough. Deep.

Dangerous.

Tyson handed his phone to Walleye. “Call 911. Let them know a woman has been kidnapped and give them your coordinates.”

Then he stripped off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and dove in.

He only prayed he could get to Olivia in time.

* * *

The cold, dark water surrounded Olivia, taking her breath away.

She’d known it would be frigid and rough . . . but it was even more so than she thought.

However, she had no choice.

She had to get away.

Then she heard another splash.

Wait . . . had Wes jumped in also?

No . . .

She couldn’t turn to look.

She just had to move.

Drawing in a deep breath, she dove under the water.

Maybe if she was out of sight, he wouldn’t find her.

She kicked harder, trying to move faster.

But fingers clamped her ankle.

Panic raced through her.

He’d caught her! She had to get away.

Mustering all her strength, she kicked as hard as she could.

The grip around her ankle loosened.

Then she was free.

Lungs burning, she forced herself to continue forward.

She knew it would be a struggle to make it back to land.

But she had to try.

It was her only hope of staying alive.