“Right? Noah?” Noah stared ahead, jaw clenched. “If they’re chasing us this hard, it doesn’t matter. They think there’s something valuable onboard.” Jamie cursed and slammed his palm against the control panel. “We shouldn’t be out here. This—this shouldn’t be happening.”
“I know,” Noah snapped. Jamie pointed at the radar. “They’re right on our tail. Coast Guard’s still over an hour away. That’s—” he looked down at his hands, shaking slightly—“that’s if they even get here at all.” Noah gritted his teeth. “They’ll come.”