“What about the crew?”
“Most of them don’t know. The ones who do are being paid.”
She paused.
“And there’s something else you need to know.”
“What?”
Valery’s expression hardened.
“Your husband’s family has been doing this for years.”
She told me about her sister Samantha.
Samantha had married a wealthy businessman connected to the Abernathy family.
Six months later, she disappeared.
Her fortune vanished with her.
The police called it an accident.
Valery never believed it.
“I came aboard this yacht looking for evidence,” she said.
“Tonight, I found it.”
I looked at the communicator.
“Then let’s finish this.”
We waited until the yacht entered the outer edge of the storm.
Rain began hammering the windows.
The waves grew violent.
The family was distracted downstairs.
Valery opened the emergency hatch.
We slipped onto the lower deck.
Then we heard a voice.
“WHERE IS SHE?”
