Page 131 of Secret Mission

A giant splash erupts from the water beside the yacht.

For a few raging heartbeats, I don’t understand what has happened. Then before I can escape the yacht, I see the most terrifying sight I could imagine.

Truck’s baseball cap bobs to the surface.

My world collapses as I scream into the microphone, hoping Justice can hear.

He’s the only one close enough to help.

Chapter Forty-Three

I’ve never sprinted faster in my life.

Fuck the stairs, I slide down the rail leap, hit the dock, roll and focus on the dock in front of me.

Thunder cracks overhead, shaking the boards below me with a whomp.

Rain stings my face as I pray like hell that the guards are still running around in the woods because the last thing I need is gunfire now.

Then I see a sight that makes me shout, “No!”

Allison’s climbing onto the side of the boat, shaky, pale, terrified.

“Don’t jump! Are they in the water?”

“Yes, they were thrashing, but now I can’t see them.”

Without stopping, I jump in the murky, churning water feet first.

The cold slaps around me, pressing in, jolting my eardrums.

The visibility is terrible.

Cloud cover darkens the water, the wind chops the surface. It’s nearly impossible to see through the gloom.

Resurfacing, I grab a breath, dive back under and swim alongside the yacht. Calling on all my training to search for my teammate.

God, if you’re listening, save Truck. Don’t worry about me. Save that man. He’s in love.

When I resurface again, lightning cracks across the sky, electric white. “Get inside, Allison!”

Her pale face peeks over the railing. There’s terror in her scream. “Where are they? Why haven’t they come up yet?”

Good fucking question.

Diving down, I search the bottom with my hands. Silty loose sand. Clean. Nothing.

Then I catch a glimmer. Something small. Silvery. And when Truck’s watch face emerges in the gloom, I know I’ve struck gold.

But he’s unconscious.

Not dead.

I won’t accept that the bastard is gone. Not on my watch.

Chapter Forty-Four

The first thing I see is a swirl below the surface. Justice’s dark head emerges a second later. Then my soul breaks.