One was hosted on a massive yacht owned by a wealthy donor, a man who

disgust, invited Chloe. She' d apparently been working on him, playing the

's arm, a picture of wronged innocence. Brent was there too,

sm, had a quiet word with Commander Alex Ramsey, head of his executive prot

served my father loyally for years, was the epitome of quiet c

curity for the evening, a move th

lowing. I was by the railing, enjoying the sea breeze,

ine, "can we talk? I feel there' s bee

ooked slightly less crowded, closer to the stern where the wake churn

nse slightly, his ey

ds outstretched. It was clearly meant to look like she was trying to steady herself,

it second,

ing firmly, another steadying me just as Chloe' s clumsy "stumble" wou

his voice calm but with an underlying

ting, his grip on her arm perhap

?" he asked me, his e

I said, my heart poundi

ailing. It wobbled visibly. "Hmm, this seems

ned up, something small and metallic glinting in his palm before he pock

nfused, then alarmed. Brent scoffed, "Tampe

w what I see. This was deliberately loosened." He looked pointedly

strode over, his face like thunder.

n here?" Governo

cialized tool bit he' d "found" near where Chloe had been. "It looks like someone

xed on Chloe. "Is this true, Chloe? D

Of course not! Why would I?

Father, this is absurd

ure this area. Inform the captain. I want a full investigation by state authori

g, Brent looked furious, and Harrison was caugh