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We reached the pickup point with the sun just beginning to slip behind the treeline, the shadows stretching long and thin across the dirt clearing. I cut the engine and pulled the map Nik had given us into my lap, running my finger along the drawn perimeter for the tenth time to ensure again that we were exactly where we were supposed to be.
Iva sat beside me, wringing her hands until her knuckles turned white.
“This is it,” I murmured. “The exact spot.”
She nodded, but her eyes stayed fixed on the narrow road where Nik’s rental had disappeared moments earlier. Just then, my phone buzzed, and I took it out and answered immediately.
It was my guy, the one I had contacted right after we got off the yacht. He had arrived at the pickup point with the backup I had requested. My eyes li
