Page 152 of Secret Weapon

Long enough for me to retreat a few steps and mouth their names to Ana.

Then Loslov’s phone rang, and although I couldn’t hear every word, the sentiment was clear—Loslov was furious.What was going on?Something to do with the raid on the house?Did that mean Emmy’s team had been successful?I heard Ilya’s name, and a minute later, Stepanov strode in our direction, yelling for the captain.With little other choice, we were forced to retreat through a door to our rear and found ourselves trapped in the luxuriously appointed master cabin.

“Bathroom,” Ana muttered.

Good plan, because surely no one would take a bubble bath in the middle of an unfolding crisis?

“What do you think is happening?”she whispered.

“I think they fucked around and now they’re realising there are consequences.Any word from Emmy?”

Ana checked her phone.“Not yet, but her priority is the operation at the house.”

“We should stay with Stepanov.See if we overhear anything else.”

A vibration ran through theBalestra Mas her massive engines rumbled into life.

Ana gave a wry laugh.“Good thing Sam’s putting Tabby to bed.”

“It’s not every day we get to ride on a luxury yacht.”Then I remembered theBlack Opal.“Okay, it’s not every dayIget to ride on a luxury yacht.How many guns did you bring?”

“Only one, but we can just borrow more if we need them.I need to update Emmy.”

Ah, yes, the teamwork thing.

But before Ana could send a message to Emmy, Emmy got in first.

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