INICIAR SESIÓNThe once-in-a-century Category 4 hurricane raged for three days and nights.Then came the morning of the fourth day.The wind and waves had finally died down. A streak of gold broke through the lead-gray clouds, and the long-absent sun lit up the waters off Florida.I changed into an off-white cashmere trench coat, slipped on a pair of spotless, soft lambskin ankle boots, and put on my sunglasses.Before leaving my suite on the top deck, I ran my fingers along the edge of my bag to make sure the title to my fully paid-off yacht and the two memory cards were inside.The air outside smelled of sea salt after the storm, damp and fresh.I had just sat down on the sofa on the top deck when I heard a low rumble in the distance.Two Coast Guard rescue helicopters and three marine police boats sped toward the Noah.Ten minutes later, a marine police captain came aboard with paramedics. I met them and handed over my ownership documents and the memory cards."Officer, I'm Susie Grant, the legal
"Paul! Susie! Help! I'm right outside! Throw down the rope ladder and get me aboard!"Vivian had clearly gotten Paul's message earlier. After her apartment flooded, she'd paddled for her life in an inflatable kayak until she found slip three.She held a megaphone and shouted toward the yacht over the storm. The kayak had drifted up to the hold's round, reinforced-glass porthole, which was half underwater.Inside the hold, Paul and Lily, still tearing at each other on the bunk bed, heard her shouting and turned toward the small ventilation porthole, just eight inches above the water."It's Vivian! She's got a kayak! An inflatable kayak!"Paul lit up. The little kayak could carry just one person, but to him it was the only way out of this worm-infested water prison."Vivian! We're here! Here at the window in the hold!"Paul lunged toward the porthole, twisted open the rusty latch, and shoved open the small ventilation hatch, barely 16 inches across.The water outside was level with the w
"Boom!"Icy seawater, thick with rotting silt from the harbor floor, gushed into the hold from the ballast ports on both sides."Ah! More water? Susie, you evil bitch! Paul begged you for forgiveness, and you're still flooding the place!"Martha screamed like a stuck pig. In just ten minutes, the water rose from their knees to their waists and nearly covered the bottom bunk.Paul dropped his act of remorse. He scrambled to his feet in the water and grabbed the metal railing, desperately trying to haul himself onto the top bunk."Stay back! There's not enough room for us! Where the hell are we supposed to stand if you climb up here?"Ethan had always doted on his son, but as he watched the worm-infested water rise, survival was all he cared about. He kicked Paul in the shoulder."Dad! Why are you kicking me? I'm your son! There are leeches everywhere! You want me to die down here?"The kick nearly sent Paul falling backward into the water. His eyes blazing with rage, he grabbed Ethan's
Eight hours until Rosalind made landfall.The storm outside hadn't weakened. If anything, it had stirred up a 16-foot storm surge.The Noah had dropped its heavy deep-sea anchor and was holding steady in the harbor, but the rising water had completely submerged the windows of the hold on the first deck.I took a rose-petal bath, changed into a soft cashmere robe, and returned to the main console with a plate of sliced cantaloupe.On screen, the filthy water in the hold had reached their knees.Without mattresses, the bunk bed was only a few iron bars welded together. They couldn't lie flat or escape the leeches crawling up the frame.All four huddled on the top bunk, crammed onto iron bars less than three feet wide. They kept their legs tucked up, terrified that their toes would touch the worm-filled water below."It's all your fault, Paul! This was your stupid idea!"Martha's hair was disheveled and her face marked by two bloody scratches from Lily's frantic flailing. She jabbed a fin
"Susie? What are you eating? You're hiding up there eating steak all by yourself!"Martha snatched the receiver from Paul's hand, her voice rising to a screech."My family is down here freezing and starving, while you're up there stuffing your face, you classless bitch! Don't you have any respect for your elders? Bring that steak and hot soup down here. Now!""Mom, don't yell like that. You're scaring me."I finally spoke, and my voice echoed over the speakers through the bare hold."I've thought it over. Martha, you have a sensitive stomach, so you can't even stand the smell of black pepper. Ethan, you've got high blood pressure, so you shouldn't be eating rich, fatty meat. And Lily's on a diet. Eating late at night is bad for her skin."So, for the sake of your health, I guess I'll just have to enjoy this lovely dinner all by myself."The hold fell silent for two seconds. Then Lily started screaming hysterically."Bullshit! I'm not on a diet! Susie, have you lost your mind? You trick
The electronic magnetic lock clicked into place. I took out the tablet, tapped the screen, and cut the lighting circuit in the hold."Why'd it suddenly go dark? Susie! Why did the lights go out?"Everyone inside panicked.I walked slowly back to the main control room on the top deck, picked up a cup of warm coffee from the desk, and watched the green night-vision footage on the eight HD screens.In the dark hold, Paul groped for the switch on the wall. He flipped it a dozen times, but nothing happened."Quit messing with the switch! Didn't she say lightning knocked out the power? Check the lockers for candles and emergency lights!"Ethan snapped at them, then walked over to a metal locker and yanked the door open."What? It's empty? How the hell is it empty?"In the infrared footage, Ethan stuck his head into the locker and felt around, but he didn't find so much as a scrap of paper."That's impossible. Susie said the hot soup and the roast turkey were in the lockers. Check the ones ne







