“Oh, my gosh!” Megan waited for the man in the river to resurface, but there was no telltale thrashing of someone in distress.
Watching the two in the boat, she saw that they made no move to help, just watched the water, waiting. Then it clicked: the backfire was not from a car, but a g*n. That man had been shot and thrown over, left to die. At the same instant that Megan realized just what had happened, the loud sound of some hip-hop song broke into the air, coming from the phone in her hand that she had just picked up from the table. The volume was loud enough to carry across the water and was heard by the men remaining in the boat, and they saw Megan standing along the bank watching them.
“Get Her!”
Megan turned and moved as fast as she could, knowing that her life was depending on
