Chapter 15 - Fire On Lake Michigan
Director Hayes turned and sprinted toward the high-speed boat, jumping onto the stern deck and hitting the throttle levers.
The twin high-horsepower engines roared to life, shooting a massive spray of water across the slip as the boat broke its mooring lines.
Maya vaulted over the wooden dock railing, leaping through the air just as the vessel blasted out of the boathouse into open water.
She crashed onto the rear deck of the speedboat, rolling hard against the aluminum floorboards as rain lashed down on her.
Lake Michigan was thrashing with five-foot waves, tossing the high-speed craft violently as it surged away from the shore.
Hayes drew his service pistol, turning to shoot Maya as he held the steering wheel with his left hand.
Maya ducked beneath the gun gunwale, sweeping her leg across the deck to knock Hayes’s feet out from under him.
Hayes crashed heavily onto the deck controls, his gun flying off the side of the boat into the dark, churning lake water.
The vessel veered wildly out of control, slamming through a wave and pitching both of them against the side walls.
Maya scrambled to her feet, grabbing the throttle controls and pulling them back into neutral.
The boat settled into the rolling swells, rain pouring down on them as the distant lights of Chicago glowed red in the fog.
Hayes sat against the cabin door, bleeding from a cut on his forehead, looking up at Maya with bitter, defeated rage.
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“You ruined everything,” Hayes spat out, coughing up water. “You could have had a five-million-dollar cut of the harbor contract!”
“I’m a federal agent, Hayes,” Maya said, snapping a pair of tactical cuffs over his wrists. “Not a contractor.”
