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Nathan slowed the truck.
His face had gone gray.
“Elanore,” he whispered. “Where is Thomas?”
Mom’s eyes widened.
“He was at the boathouse.”
Ross returned to the radio.
“James Sinclair took my father from me. Tonight, his family will return what he stole.”
A second voice sounded in the background.
Old.
Furious.
Unmistakable.
“Don’t give him a damned thing!”
The transmission ended.
Storm pressed the radio to her heart.
Ross had Calle.
He had Thomas.
And six armed men were hunting the remaining sisters aboard Sea Whisper.
Nathan slammed his foot against the accelerator.
“Hold on.”
The truck surged into the darkness.
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Storm
“The quietest man aboard is often the most dangerous when someone he loves is taken.”
— James Sinclair
Nathan drove as if the devil were chasing us.
Maybe he was.
Rain hammered the truck.
The tires slid around the first curve, then caught the wet pavement.
I held the radio in both hands.
Calle’s voice didn’t come through.
