“We’ll be gone by then!” The seaplane hit a swell hard. The whole cabin rocked. One of the warning lights on the dashboard flickered ominously. Jamie flinched. “We’re going to flip this thing.” “We won’t,” Noah said quickly, but he didn’t sound certain. “We just have to buy time. Keep distance.”
Jamie leaned closer to the window. His voice dropped. “I can see them now. Faces. They’re standing up, pointing, shouting something. Like they already think this thing’s theirs.” Noah grabbed the binoculars. One look was enough. “We can’t let them board. If they get on, it’s over.”