The end for us, right?
The boat powered forward, cutting smoothly across the water as the shoreline drifted by. Megan wrapped her arms against the wind while Bob pointed toward the distant ridge. “Right there,” he said. “That’s where we saw the splash earlier.” They assumed their job was nearly finished—that they’d point out the spot, disembark, and leave the search behind. But as the boat pressed forward without slowing, they realized the crew had different intentions altogether.
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