Ruby woke to the sounds of men arguing. And to the feeling that she was going to hurl.
Her head hurt, too. Groaning, she attempted to roll over onto her side. And that's when she realized her hands were tied together behind her back. Panic seized her, and her eyes flew open.
She was on a boat. Locked in a cramped bedroom, just like before. Her memory came back in pieces - Willemstad. A man in a hat. Running. The same gravelly voiced man who'd kidnapped her the first time had done it again, and now she was on Cyrus Nash's boat, in even worse trouble than before.
"I told you, there was nothing there!" someone was saying out in the main part of the cabin. "I searched the whole damn place. I tell you, she hid them somewhere. Or sold them."
"I swear, Bruce, if she's given them to Roth's boys, Nash'll make sure you never see a penny of your share." She'd know Gravelly Voice anywhere.
"But there was nothing there!"
"This isn't the first time you've dropped the ball. You haven't been pul
