Alek“SANTO SEEMED TO buy it, but it won’t be long until he finds out the truth,” Pavel says into the satellite phone as I focus ahead. It’s a new moon, so we’re sailing in almost darkness.
As expected, my house was one of the first Santo and his sons visited, demanding answers. Pavel stuck to the story that I fled to Ukraine on a tip that my mother had been spotted there. But that will only be plausible for so long.
The Macrillos are out for revenge.
Running a hand down my exhausted face, I decide to moor the yacht for the night and attempt to get some sleep once I get off the phone. We’re in the middle of nowhere, and according to the nautical charts, no boats usually pass through here.
“Any thoughts on what you’re going to do?”
I wish I had the answers, but I don’t.
Ella needs to b
