Chapter 125

Without hesitation, we both go toward the dock. But by the time we arrive, Kroos and the woman have left.

“This one’s got a key!” Mac jumps onto one of the skiffs.

I untie the rope from the bollard, and he takes off as soon as I’m on board. We ride through the dark waters, searching, listening for the slightest hint of where they went. Minutes pass like hours, painfully slow, because we’re aware that with every second we lose, Kroos gains miles.

“There,” I say, pointing to where Kroos ’s boat has been tied to a post in a marina a mile

mac maneuvers our skiff close enough that I can jump onto the dock and tie the rope.

He peers left and right. “I can’t tell which way they went.”

I look too, unable to see any movement. Everything is quiet. Almost too quiet. Either no one is home or everyone is asleep. Third option is, they heard the sound of battle and locked themselves in.

“We have to split up,” I say.

He nods, then with his gun pointed at a downward angle but ready to shoot, he heads