Eden
Day Seven
Ninety seconds earlier, Angie was watching the mouth of the harbor from the relative safety of the boat’s interior. Stryker had disappeared overboard several long minutes ago. Explosions continued to spew spouts of water high in the air all around them. She’d never learned to swim, and his being in the water made her nervous.
“Do you think he’ll be okay?” she asked Sam.
“I’m sure he will.”
Angie took another bite of delicious banana. “But what if . . .”
A commotion near the back of the boat distracted her. Several men were huddled around one of the outboard motors, gesticulating at a black rubber line and swearing. Behind the wheel, a wounded SEAL was slumped over.
She gathered that the motor wasn’t working. “Think a stray bullet damaged that fuel line?”
“Looks that
