“What is it?” Ren Lu asked, glancing up when one of his men tapped lightly on the door.
“A man fishing,” the guard replied. “You asked that we notify you immediately if anyone approached the yacht.”
Ren Lu frowned in irritation and rose from the computer. The software was running to try to decipher the code that Harrington had used on it. So far, Jacobs had been telling the truth. Ren Lu picked up the pistol next to the computer, stepped out of his office, and glanced down the hallway. There had been no sound from the room where he had escorted Makayla. She was locked inside, but Ren Lu knew from experience that locks were never a guarantee.
He knew instinctively that Jacobs would try to find Makayla. A sense of unease swept through him. There was no way for Makayla to contact Jacobs or
