“Who is it?”
“Looks to be the Italian police, sir. One of the boats patrolling the Shiloh’s perimeter.”
Creel looked at Caesar. “Drug James. There’s a body bag in the engine room. Put her in it and then take her and that” – he pointed to his dead wife – “to the sub. Quickly.”
Royce held a struggling Katie down as Caesar stuck a needle in her. She fell limp again.
As the men dashed off with Katie and the murdered woman, Creel adjusted his jacket and went calmly abovedeck to greet his visitors.
CHAPTER 96
SHAW EMERGED FROM THE WATER after ditching his propulsion scooter and diving mask with a small oxygen tank built in, and scaled the port side of the Shiloh using magnetized grips against the steel hull. Even with the aid of the grips, it was tough going with his injured arm. He’d had a cortisone injection there because he knew things were probably going to get violent, but the limb was still weak. He looked at the transmitter device strapped to his wrist. Katie was on board somewhere in the bowels of the massive five-story-high ship.
Once Katie had been kidnapped Shaw’s plan swung into action. They’d tracked her by satellite, followed the private jet here, and seen the launch heading out to the ship. Frank had been prepared for everything and had the necessary equipment flown over with them for Shaw to break into virtually anything. They’d agreed that he would go in first and then call them in at the critical time.
The Shiloh undoubtedly had first-class electronic security systems, which was why Shaw was wearing a jammer device around his middle; it would make him invisible to virtually anything the ship could throw at him.
Of utmost concern was Katie’s survival. While she could’ve been killed at any time along the way, they’d concluded that whoever wanted her would want to do a face-to-face, which was the only way they could nail the person anyway. It was incredibly risky and yet Katie had never wavered from it, though they’d given her ample chances. His admiration for the woman’s courage had never been higher. Now he just needed to get both of them out of here in one piece.
He took a gun from his waterproof bag, saw a door and slipped through it.
A minute later the police boat pulled up to the yacht.
Nicolas Creel graciously welcomed the uniformed officer onto the deck and spoke with him in the man’s native tongue. The officer seemed embarrassed, apologetic to be bothering the rich man. Creel offered him a glass of wine and asked him how he could help.
The policeman said that it had been reported to them from shore that a very angry woman had boarded a launch to come out to the yacht. “We saw a launch pass, but we saw it was Mrs. Creel so we let it go. Then we got a description of the angry woman and it turned out it was your wife.” The man looked embarrassed and said awkwardly, “So we came here to see if all… was all right, sir.”
Creel laughed and thanked the man for his concern. “My wife is a bit tipsy, yes, but not remotely dangerous. In fact, I can say without reservation that she will never harm anyone.”
“You are sure?”
“Quite. I’m only sorry you had to come all this way for nothing.”
“No trouble at all, Mr. Creel.”
As the man stepped back onto his boat, Creel gave him a little salute.
Shaw made his way down into the bowels of the ship and was surprised he didn’t run into anyone along the way. The absence of crew didn’t make him feel better, only more paranoid that he was being set up. That caution paid off because he hesitated for a split second before rounding a corner. An armed man walked past, and a second later collapsed to the floor with a cracked skull.
Shaw kept moving, eyeing the tracker on his wrist. He was getting closer to Katie. But the transmitter couldn’t tell him if she was still alive. A pang of guilt hit him squarely in the chest. He never should have asked her to do this, even if she wanted to. There were so many ways for it to all go wrong.
He reached a set of double doors and opened one. Staring back at him was a lavishly decorated theater. As he kept going down the hall he smelled chlorine. He opened a door, and the smell intensified.
The owner of this floating city had an indoor pool.
He felt the presence before he saw the person.
Shaw and the man collided, and the impact sent them both into the water. One of the man’s arms encircled Shaw’s neck. He grabbed his attacker’s hand and his finger was nicked by the knife the man was holding.
Shaw bent the fellow’s wrist back, breaking it. He seized the knife, swung it around, and felt it sink into the man’s side. The grip around his neck loosened. Shaw made another stab to the man’s chest and kicked free.
As he climbed out of the pool, he watched the body sink to the bottom, the water now clouded red.
Fortunately, he’d lost his gun before he’d gone into the pool. He snagged it, ripped open the door, and raced out.
And stopped dead.
Royce leveled his pistol at him. “That was too easy. I’m hardly impressed, Shaw. Now drop the gun.”