“I’m talking about saving the world, Mrs. Thanakit.”
Chloe frowned.
“Now, Miss Silver.” Those blue eyes fixed on her again. “Thanks to Elena’s cooperation, we have the research data. But you’ve been in contact with Hamilton Jones’s organization. I need to know what you’ve shared with them. What they know.”
“They know enough to find you,” she said. “And stop you.”
He looked at her. And then laughed. “You are indeed your sister’s twin.”
She stilled.What?
The yacht lurched slightly as a larger boat passed, its wake rocking them. Thunder crashed overhead, closer now.
He got up. “Your friend Mr. Blackwood is undoubtedly planning some sort of rescue operation. So much bravado, that Easton.” Cooper glanced at the computer, nodded, then shut the lid. Turned back to her. “Myanmar operation, three years ago. Unauthorized civilian extraction that resulted in multiple casualties when his intelligence proved untrustworthy. Hostages killed.” He shook his head. “What a terrible thing to relive.”
Ice flooded Chloe’s veins.
“Elena,” she said quietly, voice barely audible over the rain. “Don’t be scared.”
Rain lashed the windows as if God himself was angry.
“Though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar... Be still...”
Okay, yes. What other choice did she have?
Maybe God was herbestchoice.
Please, God, get us out of this.
The prayer came without conscious thought, desperate and raw. Because the entire team was walking into a trap, and somehow Chloe had to figure out how to warn them.
Cooper frowned at her as if he’d been studying her. “I can see you understand our situation now, Miss Silver. Your friends will come for you. And when they do?—”
Lightning illuminated the cabin windows, thunder crashing over them as if the storm was right on top of them.
Be still.
Right. Okay.Chloe forced her breathing to slow, her mind to focus. The storm outside was chaos, but maybe chaos could be an ally. Lightning, thunder, rain that would affect visibility and communications.
Because somewhere out there in the storm, Ham and his team were coming.
She just had to stay alive.
The yacht’s lights cut out.
Emergency lighting kicked in, bathing the cabin in siren red. Rain hammered the windows.
“Report,” Cooper snapped.
“Power’s been cut from the dock,” said one of the men. “Backup generator’s online, but... someone’s jamming our communications.”
That’s right they were.Bam.
Cooper’s men took positions near windows and doors, their weapons out. Elena whimpered beside her, but something built in Chloe’s chest.
Hope.
And then a phone rang. Her ringtone.