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I sidled over to the left side of the boat, away from the sounds of the engine from our would-be rescuers. I kept looking over my shoulder as I dialed Bastian with shaking fingers.
“What the hell happened?”
“I don’t know.”
“Cilla?”
“Yeah. There was an explosion I think.”
“Fuck.”
“I need to give you my coordinates, I think.”
“Don’t worry, we’ve got them already.”
I frowned. “How?”
“The case we sent with Locke has a tracker. We’re already on our way to you with the chopper.”
“Chopper? Like helicopter?”
“Yeah. Jackson is fueling it up as we speak. We’ll be there soon, Cilla. Don’t worry.”
I blew out a breath. “Okay.”
I hung up and clipped the phone to my hip since it wouldn’t fit in my pocket. I went back to where the sailboat was keeping pace with us.
God, I should probably drop the anchor or something. I wound my way up to the captain’s station and looked over the buttons. I’d watched him do this a dozen times.
I could do this.
I looked for the auto button and turned it off, then throttled the boat down to a drift.
“We can help. Or you can come over here at least.”The woman from the sailboat called out.
Don’t get off the ship.
Locke’s words rang through my head. I ignored the woman and ran back down into the main living space.
“Locke, there’s a ship outside.”
I heard something inflate and suddenly the boat stopped listing.
I slammed into the wall, catching myself on the railing before I pitched down the stairs.
“Locke?”
“Stay on the boat. Did you call Bastian?”
“Yes, they’re on their way.”
“What do you mean, they’re on their way?” He stuck his head out of larger storage area.
“Something about a helicopter.”
“Fucking hell. Okay, I need you to help me with this foam sealer.”
“There’s a boat beside us.”
