Chapter 9
Makayla froze on the step leading down into the galley. Her gaze was locked on the scattered items that she had purchased from the market. Her hand trembled on the teak handle that she was holding. Her eyes zeroed in on her wet clothes. They had been moved.
“Someone’s been here since I left,” she whispered, turning to look at the woman with her. “Things have been moved.”
Helen nodded and pulled the gun at her waist. Her gaze moved over the items. She jerked her head toward the bow of the sailboat.
“It’s the sleeping area,” Makayla murmured, glancing around. “I had thrown the bags on the bench seats, but all of the items were still in the bags. My clothes – I had dropped in a pile outside of the head.”
“Stay here,” Helen ordered, stepping over the items scattered all over the
