Chapter 19
It was past midnight and what Kate was doing on the mattress inside the cargo container was stomach crunches.
Then she heard the change.
The steady background rumble that was the sound of ship’s engines hadn’t varied in hours. Now it took on a heavier beat through the steel of their container.
She’d risked cracking open the small inspection hatch so that they didn’t suffocate, but the air was almost as warm and dreary outside the container as inside.
Something had changed and she had her suspicions as to what it was.
She nudged Harold awake, “Here we go, put your shirt back on.”
They had tried, but not gotten very far; they both still wore their pants. What had started out so pleasantly as a natural segue after their meal had been interrupted one too many times—neither of
