The boat sliced through black water, the engine's roar swallowing every other sound. Spray stung my face as we crashed over waves and I gripped the rail so hard my knuckles went white.
Ennis stood rigid at the helm, his jaw set in that way that meant he was calculating every possibility, every angle. Elias crouched near the bow, one hand on his Glock, scanning the darkness like he could will threats into visibility through sheer force of rage.
Ten minutes passed. Then twelve. The island should have been closer by now. I could feel it in the way Ennis kept checking the GPS, his thumb hovering over the screen. The wind whipped my hair across my face and I pushed it back, trying to see what he was seeing.
"Ennis-" Elias's voice cut through the engine noise, sharp and wrong.
Ennis throttle
