Chapter 5

I woke up on a stranger's boat under three blankets, wearing a man's sweatshirt, with a doctor taping a pulse-ox to my finger. "Core temp's back," she said. "You're a very lucky woman, Mrs. Vance." "Sinclair," I rasped. "Ivy Sinclair." Ryder was sitting on the floor beside the bunk. Still soaked. Still in his shoes. He'd been sitting there for four hours. "You were nine minutes in the water," he said quietly. "How were you there?" "I've had a boat trailing that marina since the day I called...