Connor

I was halfway down the deck when Eve spoke in my ear. “Connor, there’s a problem.”

“What?” I whispered.

“Juan and Leo are on the other side of the yacht, but I’m not getting any video feeds of them.”

There was a dull WHUP in the distance, then another one a few seconds later.

Not like gunshots, exactly. But they did sound like a heavy book being dropped on a wood floor.

I ducked into an alcove with a door in it, and hunkered down into a squatting position. “Juan? Leo?”

“We separated, and Juan ran into a guard,” Leo’s voice said. “Juan’s dead, but I got the other guy before he could sound the alarm.”

SHIT. Already things were going to hell, and we’d barely engaged the enemy yet.

But… something didn’t make sense…

I frowned. “I heard two silenced shots. How come I didn’t hear any regular gunfire?”

“They’ve got suppressors, too. The first one was the guy shooting Juan, the second was me shooting the guard.”

I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something seemed off. I just chalked it up to