Bay of Biscay
“I
think that’s it.”
Laura stepped back from the navigation system and Acton let go of the wheel, everything remaining steady. They were in international waters, the course plotted suggested they’d remain that way, and would be in La Rochelle, France by morning.
Assuming everything continued to function, and they weren’t intercepted on the high seas.
“Okay, let’s take inventory to see what we have to work with. We’re going to need to feed ourselves and get some rest if we’re going to have any hope tomorrow morning.”
“What if we get caught?” asked Laura as she double-checked the autopilot.
He shrugged. “Then it’s out of our hands, isn’t it?”
“But he said he’d kill people.”
He frowned. “If it’s not our fault, then I can’t see him doing that. What are we supposed to do? Outrun the Coast Guard or whatever they call it here? If we’re going to succeed in the morning, then we have to be prepared.”
Laura sighed. “I can’t believe this is happening. I hate to think what is being said about us.”
Acton gave her a hug. “Let’s just stay alive, follow his instructions, and hopefully Hugh and Dylan can figure a way out of this for us.”
“If they even know.”
“Trust me. You saw that explosion. There’s no way they don’t know. Not only were our names on the radio, Hugh knew we were going to that event. The moment he heard about the explosion, he would have tried calling us. They took our phones, so when he couldn’t reach us, you know he started making calls. Trust me, he’s on it, and that’s all I need to know to keep going.”
She squeezed him tight. “I hope you’re right.”
So do I.
