Chapter 57

OX AND Igot off the New Hope just in time, falling into the water as one of the fuel tanks exploded and the back half of the yacht listed badly to that side. The water was slick with oil. I was so tired. My arms grabbed weakly at the waves, making no progress, the current trying to push me back against the hull of the burning boat.

Tox pulled my arm around his neck. I held on to his hard, broad shoulders as we swam to the nearest police boat.

As we climbed aboard, we turned to see the fire creeping into the bridge. I could hardly watch. There was no sign of Hope in the blackened windows.