The first security officer stepped onto our boat before Arlo could say another word.
His boots struck the deck with deliberate confidence, followed by three more men who moved into position as if they had rehearsed the entire interception. One remained near the controls, another stood between us and the cabin, while the man who appeared to be in charge kept his attention fixed on Arlo.
“Mr. Alfie,” he said. “You need to come with us.”
Arlo didn't move.
“Who are you?”
The man ignored the question.
Instead, his gaze shifted toward me.
“She comes with us.”
Arlo's expression changed.
“No.”
The officer looked at him calmly. “Your grandfather wants the two of you separated.”
Mia's eyes narrowed.
“Your grandfather?”
The officer finally looked at her.
“You weren't supposed to be here
