Kat
I tried to get free of the zip tie while Adrian was gone. Tried to reach his laptop where he apparently was able to text my father, to no avail.
He returns with two bowls of some kind of meat stew or chili and cuts me free. We sit in our window seat to eat.
The food is nasty, but we both finish. Adrian stacks my bowl on top of his and sets it beside him.
“Please tell me they have chocolate Häagan Dazs here.”
A hint of a smile appears around Adrian’s lips. “I wish,” he says. “I doubt it. But I’ll tell you what they do have.”
“What?”
“Vodka. Lots of it. They were already half in the tank when I got our food.”
“Tell me again why we’re on a ship? And you now know we’re going the wrong direction if you want to get to my father, right?”
Adrian’s expression turns grumpy, and I think
