My career was dead, my reputation ruined by the man I had once trusted.

“We have twenty minutes,” Adrian said, checking the dashboard clock. It read 2:10 AM.

“We need to get to Slip 14 ourselves,” I said.

“It’s going to be guarded,” Adrian warned. “Grant knows we’re close. That’s why he sent the SUV.”

“Sienna is still inside,” I reminded him. “She text me earlier. She said she was going to try to get the real manifest from Grant’s office on the yacht. If they catch her…”

I didn’t finish the sentence.

Sienna was young, obsessed with her social media image, but she wasn’t a criminal.

She had realized too late what kind of monster she had married, and now she was trapped.

“We have to get her out of there,” Adrian said.

He started the engine, keeping the headlights off.

He slowly drove the car out of the shadows, navigating the narrow streets toward the water.

The fog was rolling in thick off the Hudson River, a cold, heavy blanket that smelled of salt and wet wood.