I drove the car ferociously to the beach with the wharf. I looked at the massive yacht. It was dark now. I can do this, I affirmed to myself. I jumped into the cool water and swam to the unmanned speedboat on the side of Marcus’ yacht where the men aboard could not see me. My pure adrenalin kept me gasping above the waves and whatever was beneath me.
I threw myself over the side with a splash. I looked up at the yacht. I heard men pace back and forward eagerly in anticipation of whatever was happening now on the plane to New York. I carefully untied the rope that held that speedboat holding my breath so that no one would hear me. My heart was thumping in my chest. There was no oar. I had thought there would be something used to paddle this boat but its size did not require something a
