“Jump,” I told Marcus.

He did not hesitate.

He leaped across the gap, landing hard on his knees on the snow-covered wood.

He stayed there, his hands raised above his head.

“Isabella, you are next,” I said.

She looked at the dark water churning between the boat and the dock.

“I can do it,” she said.

She lowered Eli down to Marcus first.

Marcus caught the boy by the waist and set him down behind a concrete pillar.

Then Isabella climbed over the railing.

She paused for a fraction of a second, her boots searching for traction on the icy edge.

She jumped, landing beside the boy.

I started to follow them, my boot resting on the metal rail.

But a sudden movement near the warehouse caught my eye.

Through the swirling snow, I saw the black SUV’s headlights flare to life.

The vehicle was parked fifty yards away, near the edge of the private harbor fence.

Kane was in the passenger seat, his pale face visible behind the tinted glass.

The driver was revving the engine, the tires spinning on the slick asphalt.