Riley As Riley ran through the galley, she opened the drawer that Mel had when she retrieved the large butcher knife. The only utensils left were steak knives, so she grabbed one. Something was better than nothing. If Eliza were smart, she’d let her pass. If not, there would be consequences to face. The yacht ...

Riley and I froze when we heard someone singing Billy Joel’s You May Be Right, off-key. “…I may be crazy…Hey it just might be a lunatic you’re looking for…you may be wrong, but you may be right…” “Oh, hey, watcha doing over there? Playing I spy?” Curt. “Shhh!” we both said. The yacht was now ...

Riley gagged when she looked into the room. “Mind if I stay by the door?” she questioned, clutching her stomach. “If you’re that sensitive, I’ll be quick.” I slipped into the suite and returned with the photo of the smiling woman and what appeared to be a large, uncut black opal that fit in the ...