swiftly as Cornaro if we give it half a chance.
“You okay, babe?” I ask, my number one priority.
“Yes, I’m fine, but Ray...” She glances at her brother. “Ray!”
Her brother moans weakly. He’s turned this pale, ghostly color.
“He’s bleeding out!” She drops to the floor beside him and looks up at me.
I crouch down next to her. Blood covers the side of his leg, a new injury he must’ve taken in the fight with the mob boss.
“Give me your knife,” I tell her. “I have to cut his pant leg open. See how bad he’s been shot.”
“I don’t have a knife,” she says.
“Then what did you cut Cornaro with?”
“A piece of glass from the table he broke.”
“Glass?”
“Yes, it’s...around here somewhere.” She crawls around, feeling the boat floor. “I dropped it when you landed on top of me.”
“Never mind!” I rip open Ray’s pant leg, examining the wound. “Luckily, the bullet just grazed him, deep enough to make him bleed a lot, but...it’s not good on top of the beating he took earlier.”
“Here, I found a first aid kit.” She hands me a gauze pad. “Open that while I find some tape.”
“Just give me the gauze,” Ray says, his voice a whisper. “I’ll...I’ll hold it.”
“You’re sure you can?” I ask him.
He nods. Pointing with his chin, he asks, “What are we going to do with him?”
I turn and do a double take at Cornaro. He’s leaning against one of the seats, still out cold, now with an orange plastic life ring wrapped around him, pinning his arms to his sides. It’s like something out of a cartoon.
I glance at Val. “When did you do that?”
“The life ring was right next to the first aid kit.” She smiles and holds up some rope. “I found this, too.”
“Just toss him overboard, let the damn sharks have him.” I’m only half joking.
Deep down, I’m still wrangling with the notion of keeping this motherfucker alive.
“No,” Val says.
“That’s what he was going to do with us,” Ray tells her.
“I know, but it’s too risky,” she answers. “Someone might rescue him. It happened to me, so it could happen to him, too, and I’m not taking that chance. He needs a cell.”
“Well, I hate to tell you this, sis, but we need a rescue. The motor ate a bullet. So did the battery, there’s only one paddle, and I can’t even begin to guess how far we are from the yacht.”
I scan the water, searching for the yacht, which is on its side, this beached whale sinking fast. It’s also too far away.
Holy shit.
We’re several miles out at sea, being blown away from shore. Even with two paddles, maneuvering this boat all the way back would be fuck-hard in this current.
With one oar, it’s not even an option.
Just then, the air fills with what sounds like the heavy beating of a drum. I grin, knowing that sound, and I know who sent it. My buddy Wes Anderson with the FBI.
“It’s a helicopter,” I say. “We have to find a light. Flares or something. My flashlight won’t be strong enough for them to see us from here.”
Val and I search every nook and compartment but come up with nothing. The chopper spots the yacht and hovers over it, but a boat this size, without a light or reflection of any kind, may as well be invisible.
Damn!
Val tries shouting and waving, screaming herself hoarse.
I hate stealing away her hope, but there’s no sense in wearing herself out.
“They can’t hear you,” I say, wrapping my arms around her waist. “The chopper’s too loud.”
The helicopter makes wider circles around the yacht, shining its lights in the water, noticing the flares being sent up by my crew. It won’t come out this far. Hell, I’m not even sure my men know we’re in the skiff. They’ll notice it’s missing, sure, but it’s a big fucking ocean out here.
The chopper turns, heading back around the yacht again.
Give me a fucking break. Just one!
Dropping my gaze to the water, I grunt out a sigh.
It’s a savage irony. No sooner than I found the woman I truly want to spend the rest of my life with, and saved her from a madman, now we’re lost at sea.
Something snags my attention in the water. I peer in harder.
It can’t be...can it?
A new rush ignites my blood. I grab our only paddle and start shoving it into the water.
“Flint, no. You’ll never be able to paddle us that far,” Val says, tugging gently at my arm. “Save your