Chapter 71

Rainer’s POV

The yacht was lit up so brightly it looked more like a spaceship ready to bolt off into the dark sky. I understood the mystery that drove people to buy mega-yachts. Berger stood at the prow as if he'd conquered the sea himself. I knew full well he had no idea how to start the yacht's powerful engine, much less move it safely from the dock.

His full crew greeted me as I walked across the gangplank. The entire skyline of San Francisco glittered above the dark water of the bay, and even I had to admit it was a dramatic backdrop for a party.

"Just wait until we sail under the Golden Gate Bridge," Berger said. He slapped me hard on the back. "Until then I've got, how many? Four chefs: sushi, fusion, steakhouse, and the best dessert chef in town."

A fleet of servers wove through the glamorous crowd, but I waved away the champagne. I could already tell that I was going to need something stronger. The yacht had every comfort, it was floating luxury, but