Chapter NineDebbie had lost sight of Silvan. No matter how hard she swam, he seemed to slip farther and farther away.
She made sure that her emergency radio beacon was blinking, indicating it was crying for help, but how long was rescue going to take to reach her? She was fifty miles from land in every direction in the midst of a brutal winter storm. The first shot had killed the helo’s radios and there’d been no time to try the handhelds.
Now, to hear her little beacon, it would take a very lucky satellite or someone flying directly over her and listening for her signal. How long before Search and Rescue came looking? Too long.
It was just her and Silvan.
No, it was just her.
That thought slammed in with a punch harder than the icy ocean seeping into her foul-weather flight gear. Nex
