The storm had now fully enveloped the ship. Thunderous waves, screaming winds, and pouring rain hollered above the dark sea with razor-sharp teeth. “Mr. Lane,” Nikki yelled, “it's Ms. Bates and Detective Daily. We need to speak with you. It's urgent.” The bridge door opene...
Perfect!” George stumbles down from the makeshift step stool, the whole stack of heavy books toppling over. “Picture four, done.” He turns to Bella, pushing his glasses up into his black, curly hair. Alexis’ words are burning in his ears but when he...