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“Okay...”

“They had hoods and masks on. The same mask with that grim fucking smile on it.”

Bastian was quiet. “It could be a coincidence.”

“It could.”

“Nyx found the mask, it’s readily available damn near everywhere that sells runner gear.”

“I still don’t like it. We’re heading out now.”

“Locke, I don’t think you should leave the area. Stay out to sea if you want but you won’t have any backup if you’re too far from us.”

“I’m already too far away for you to be useful anyway.”

“Then come back to Boston.”

“I won’t risk her. I can’t.”

Hating that my voice broke, I swallowed hard.

“Just give us a few days.”

As we passed another boat an explosion rocked the starboard side.

The SAT phone flew out of my hand as I slammed into cupboards. The sharp corner of the counter cut into my ribs and I went down on my knees.

The phone slid as the boat rocked, then settled.

The good thing about a catamaran was that it was nearly impossible to flip over.

I crawled over to the phone, jamming it into my pocket as I flew out to the bridge deck. I dragged myself up to look onto the right side of the boat and looked over the side.

We were taking on water.

A hole the size of my iPad in the hull was smoking.

I ran back to the bridge and into the kitchen. I grabbed the fire extinguisher and rushed over to the other hull. I used the right side mostly for storage. Smoke poured up the stairs and out the skylights that I’d opened to vent the boat after fueling up.

There was no way it was the fuel line.

Water was up to my ankles when I got to the bottom of the stairs. I opened the door and smoke roiled out as well as the sea water spraying up off the totes.

I hauled them back and dug deeper into the hull for what was smoking. I spotted my motorbike, the battery sparking. Had it blown...

No the blast was in not out of the hull.

Then I spotted bits of an explosive.

“Fuck.” I dug through the wet boxes and totes to find my emergency patch kit.

At least we wouldn’t fucking sink.

“Locke?” Cilla’s panicked voice came from the main cabin.

“Cil, I need your help.”

I heard her coughing as she sloshed down the hall. “Oh, God.”