The two were so engrossed—one in the interrogation, the other in watching—that neither noticed a shadow flicker past the window.
A lone robber, who had slipped through the cracks, made his way to the storage room at the bottom of the ship.
The mission couldn't fail. If it came to it, he'd take everyone down with him!
A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he grabbed a nearby scythe and began hacking at the ship's hull.
In the study at Maple Grove, Gavin rushed in, panic written all over his face. "Boss, we just got a report that the cruise ship your wife boarded for tonight's auction has gone off the radar!"
"What?"
The tablet slipped from Dexter's hand, crashing to the floor.
"Get the yacht ready, now."
With that, he hurried out the door.
Back at the auction hall, someone near t
