Brian placed another remote charge under the railing when he passed by a section on the far side. A door leading into the salon on the main deck opened on well-greased hinges. He slipped inside and glanced around. An elegant set of stairs led down to the staterooms below.
He glanced down at the small, waterproof GPS in his hand. Makayla was down there. He strode across the salon, his fingers tightening around the grip of the gun in his hand. He paused, listening and scanning the area before proceeding. He calculated he had maybe seven minutes before Tyrell left. Brian had caught a glimpse of Ren Lu through the window out on the deck.
He glanced in each room when he passed by them. The familiar screen of Harrington’s passcode caught his attention when he walked past one door. His fingers
