Kat
KatThe wind is freezing, but I’m bundled in layers of blankets, huddled on the speedboat Adrian called the tender. The boat slices through the darkness, away from the freighter.
“What about the bodies?” I shout over the noise of the engine.
I know I’m in shock. I’m not clear on what my next five minutes look like, let alone my next days, but I do know I don’t want Adrian to go to prison.
I don’t want to go to jail, either, for that matter.
“I took care of it,” Adrian says.
He cuts the engine before we reach the shore, so we coast in quietly. He helps me out of the blankets and onto the wooden dock, then tosses his duffel bag up. I’m wearing his leather jacket, like I did the first night we met. It smells of his clean, woodsy scent, and I don’t want to ever take it off.
I could e
