They traveled all night.
No one talked.
Just the catamaran's engine noise and the rattle of metal every time the boat hit a boulder.
Shay slept against Lara's chest, sweaty and restless.
Sandro tried to stay awake the whole time, pretending not to be scared. Of course, he failed miserably and fell asleep as soon as Shay slept.
Every few minutes, the man with the gruff voice would peek at their door, ensuring that they were still there.
By the time gray light bled through the cracks in the boat's walls, Lara's body ached and grew numb.
The boat slowed. Then stopped.
One of the doors swung open.
Cold air rushed in.
Lara stood ensuring that Shay was not disturbed.
She looked out of the window from the tiny room they were locked in.
They were at a bend in the river — the kind of place no ordinary boat would dare pass.
Too wild. Too hidden. Too easy to dump something you didn't want found.
The banks squeezed tight here, like the water was being strangled between them.
