Chapter 23I arrive in Woods Hole, Massachusetts just in time to board the ten-thirty ferry to Vineyard Haven. The silver Mercedes, which followed me from the Collins' home, ebbs in the distance, and I ponder my hasty decision as the boat glides out to sea. Kayla's fatal mistake was evading Bruce's men. Hopefully, it won't be mine. As the shoreline recedes, I'm certain the Kimura men won't find me, but my confidence wavers like the choppy water.
Eager to dispel nervous energy, I exit the car, wrap my scarf around my neck, and move toward the vehicle deck. A powerful gust waylays me like a feather, shoving me toward the railing. Another tragic death, I think. Fearful of tumbling overboard, I turn toward the car, push against a whipping gale, foretelling an impending storm, and hope it stall
