I froze.
The door handle moved.
I slipped the phone beneath the mattress and climbed into bed.
The door opened.
Lucas walked in.
He smiled.
“Sweetheart?”
I forced my eyes halfway open.
“Lucas…”
He sat beside me.
“You look terrible.”
“I feel sick.”
His fingers brushed my forehead.
“You should sleep.”
I stared at him through barely open eyes.
For the first time since our wedding, I saw the man underneath the smile.
There was no love in his eyes.
Only calculation.
He kissed my forehead.
“Midnight isn’t far away.”
Then he left.
I waited.
Ten seconds.
Twenty.
Thirty.
Then a shadow appeared beyond the balcony glass.
A woman.
She raised one finger to her lips.
I nearly screamed.
She opened the balcony door.
“Don’t make a sound,” she whispered.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Valery.”
She stepped inside.
“I work on this yacht.”
“You heard them?”
“I’ve been watching them for weeks.”
My heart stopped.
Valery reached into her jacket and pulled out an identification card.
“I’m an undercover investigator.”
She looked at the communicator in my hand.
“You sent the emergency signal?”
