wet arm, another engine roared to life. A sleek, black

as M

d. He would handle this. He would see w

cut the engine and vaulted out, a charming

look at his terrified daughter.

p on a call. Tiffany, thanks

y way, his expressio

ng? Stop making a scene.

er than a physical bl

le of the gracious hostess. "Mike, darling, your wife was just being a li

le still looking at his investor. He gestured vaguely towards

" His wife and his child. A

Chloe, his voice

e a great diver. How about you do a li

embling. She shook her head, silent t

it. The f

rom the ground up, was willing to sell his daughter' s fear for a bus

' t break. It

ng him that the "family" would be out of the way

looked like a car key fob. It wasn't. It was a custom-ma

ne at the dock. My hand was

e single, re