Chapter 287: Where are All These People Getting Guns?

A gunshot. I scream, but neither Katy nor I fall. Ben, behind us and now awake, screams like a small child as I whip around, checking him and expecting to see blood pouring from the wound. But he's fine, still huddled on the cushions. I run my hands up and down my arms looking for a wound I can't feel or see because of adrenaline, but there's none.

Katy does the same and we both stand, jumping back as the man who seconds earlier planned to kill us tumbles to the ground. His gun lands inches from his hand on the floor beside us.

An old man I've never seen before, wearing green plastic pants, walks out from the doorway leading to the bottom of the boat. His complete body shakes and holds his gun pointed high at the man at the wheel telling him to turn off the boat.

"You ladies all right?" he asks, not taking his eyes from the driver, who walks toward him leaving us next to a dead man by ourselves.

He reaches the wheel and shuts the motor off, walking his captor down to our level.