“Orchid seven. Family emergency. Maritime threat. Immediate extraction.”
Then I added one final message.
Do not contact the yacht. Assume everyone onboard is compromised.
I attached the audio recording I had secretly started before returning to the suite.
Their voices.
Every word.
Every plan.
Every mention of the three hundred million dollars.
Every detail about my parents’ supposed “accident.”
Then I hit SEND.
The device flashed once.
TRANSMISSION SECURED.
I exhaled.
But I wasn’t safe yet.
I still needed proof they couldn’t destroy.
Lucas’s phone was sitting on the desk.
He had left it behind while celebrating downstairs.
I picked it up.
The screen was locked.
But Lucas had made one mistake.
He had used the same six-digit code for everything.
Our wedding anniversary.
The phone opened.
My blood ran cold.
There were photographs of legal documents.
Power-of-attorney forms.
Bank transfers.
Passport copies.
Messages with someone named Naomi Vance.
