Chapter 73

The Raid

They took James to a large yacht that was docked at the port. Becky squinted, the yacht had the initials JM on its body, was that stand for James Miller? Did the ship belong to him?

Sneakily she made her way through the parked cars. She hid behind an SUV long enough to believe that all the men who had brought James had boarded the giant yacht.

With a bow, she approached the yacht, wondering when the police would arrive. Should she wait for the police? Or should she go inside? Her father probably wouldn't hurt her, she didn't have to be afraid of anything, did she?

She scanned the entrance of the yacht and found no opening to get into it.

Maybe she should just barge in? Or should she surrender herself to her father? Pretending to offer peace?

The last idea seemed to be working, besides, the police would be here soon.

With a pounding heart, she walked hesitantly to the deck that led to the yacht entrance, where two guards dr