Devil Sharks by Chris Jameson

Author:Chris Jameson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: St. Martin's Press

CHAPTER 15

When Alliyah saw the new boat arriving, her first instinct was to cheer. She shot a fist in the air and turned to Dev, but instead of celebrating, he swore and grabbed her arm and tried to make her crouch down.

“What’s wrong with you?” she demanded.

Dev shot her a dark look, eyes blazing, and crouched without her. He went to his knees, head ducked, glaring at her.

“Use your head. I’m not putting any faith in whoever that is. Cat said they’re talking about smugglers. Guns, drugs, fucking pirates, or whatever. If they called for help, it cannot possibly have come this fast. Even if there are other boats nearby … Come on, Alliyah. Just get your head down. If that boat isn’t here for a rescue, I don’t want them knowing we exist!”

Out of spite alone, years of bitterness she thought she’d put aside, she wanted to jump up and down and wave her arms to get the newcomers’ attention. But when she glanced again at the boat making straight for the Kid Galahad, she found herself ducking without making any conscious decision to do so.

Within a minute, she and Dev had retreated to the place Nalani and James had been screwing in the water, on the ocean side of the rock and coral ridge that ran along the spine of their little fragment of the atoll. The small rise in the land and scrub was enough to allow them to lie down and to think they might go unnoticed by those on board the newly arrived vessel.

Only after she’d lain down on her belly, like a sniper trying to get a good angle, did she spot the debris of their picnic spread across the sand on the lagoon side. There were red and blue and green towels, colors bright enough to draw the eye, but there was nothing she and Dev could do about that now.

Quietly, her chest aching, gooseflesh rising on the backs of her legs from the cooling breeze, she lay next to Dev and watched the new arrival—a big long-range-style fishing boat—circle around the Kid Galahad and then drop anchor fifty yards away. A gray pontoon boat went into the water off the back. Half a dozen crewmen climbed into it and the motor buzzed and whined as they zipped over to the yacht.

Dev swore under his breath.

Alliyah put a hand over her mouth. She needn’t have worried about making any noise. No words rose to her lips. She could barely think. The paranoid nightmare Dev had been afraid of had just come true.

The men in that pontoon boat had guns.

* * *

The moment Alex saw the guns, everything changed. Nils and Patrick and Cat were just behind him on deck. They’d gathered what weapons they could—the wickedest knives from the galley, a gaffing hook, and the flare gun—but the men in the pontoon boat carried pistols and assault rifles. Alex felt sick, a twist of nausea in his gut, but he knew they had no choice.

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