Chapter 7 - Plunging Deep Into the Freezing Atlantic Ocean Waters
Desperate and cornered, Graham made a frantic lunge toward the port side railing to attempt a swim.
His expensive leather shoes slipped on the rain-slicked teak deck, sending his legs flying out from under him.
With a startled scream, he flipped over the waist-high railing and plunged straight into the dark waves.
The ocean swallowed him instantly, the turbulent white foam churning violently where he had fallen.
I rushed to the railing, gripping the cold steel as I stared down into the black abyss of the sea.
A rescue swimmer dropped from the helicopter into the water, trailing a heavy nylon cable behind him.
The searchlight cut across the waves, tracking Graham as he thrashed wildly against the freezing current.
It took three minutes of agonizing struggle before the rescue basket hauled him onto the lower deck.
He collapsed against the metal floor, coughing up saltwater and shivering uncontrollably from hypothermia.
The federal agents slapped heavy steel handcuffs around his wrists before he could even catch his breath.
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His dreams of controlling my family’s fortune ended right there on the wet, freezing deck of our honeymoon yacht.
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