I thought of the medical log.
On My Honeymoon Cruise, I Overheard My Husband’s $300M Murder Plot—So I Made a Move
The missing medication.
My altered communications.
My in-laws refusing to leave.
Something bigger was happening.
I asked:
“What is our current route?”
“We’re scheduled for Greyhaven Cay.”
“No.”
He frowned.
“What?”
“Adrian told me we were heading to Evermere South Anchorage.”
“We changed destination yesterday.”
“Who ordered that?”
He looked at me.
“Thomas Cole.”
My pulse jumped.
“He has no authority on this vessel.”
“I told him that.”
“And?”
“He produced a signed operational directive.”
“Signed by whom?”
“You.”
I stared.
“I never signed anything.”
The captain opened another drawer.
Found a document.
My electronic signature appeared at the bottom.
The directive authorized Thomas Cole to act as temporary voyage liaison if I became medically incapacitated.
I laughed.
A single sharp sound.
