Marcus's orders crackled through the radio, cold and final.
Within minutes, sirens came from every direction.
Several Maritime Authority enforcement vessels swept in with red and blue lights strobing, surrounding Zane's yacht on all sides.
The same crowd that had been celebrating just moments ago stood frozen, every face drained of color.
Officers in uniform boarded swiftly and the atmosphere turned to stone.
Zane forced himself to look composed and stepped forward, still counting on his name to protect him. "Officers, is there some kind of misunderstanding? I'm Zane Hartley, Hartley Shipping. My father is Victor Hartley."
He didn't get to finish. Marcus's voice came through the speedboat's PA system.
"Hartley Shipping? Not for much longer."
The lead officer didn't spare Zane a sec
