Chapter 6 - The Terrifying Moment of the Staged Ocean Accident
I sidestepped his rush with sharp precision, letting his momentum carry him past me toward the open rail.
Graham slammed his chest against the cold stainless steel, stumbling backward in sheer shock and confusion.
“What are you doing? You should be passed out from the sedative!” he shouted over the howling wind.
“I didn't drink your poison, Graham; I poured it down the sink while you were talking to your parents,” I replied coldly.
Before he could recover from his astonishment, a bright beam of halogen light pierced the darkness above.
A massive Coast Guard helicopter hovered directly overhead, its roaring rotors drowning out the sound of the storm.
Megaphones crackled to life from the aircraft, ordering everyone on deck to freeze immediately.
Graham’s face drained of all color as he realized his foolproof murder plot had completely imploded.
“You called them,” he whispered in disbelief, backing away toward the cabin entrance.
“I called my father, and he called federal maritime enforcement,” I said, stepping closer to him.
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He tried to run toward the stairs, but two armed federal agents emerged from the shadow of the bridge.
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