Cyrus
Ridge readjusted the focus on his device. I glanced at the surrounding area. A boat, what looked to be like an old-school fisherman's vessel, bobbed on the water a hundred yards from us. Being able to see what was happening on the screen but not make out what they were saying drove me insane, and I let my focus wander to the boat. Corbin and I usually spent a few months each year sailing in various locations, but right then, I didn't think I'd ever go near a boat again.
Ridge fiddled with the controls on his phone and moved the spy device further into the room, landing it on the edge of a partially open window. That gave us a better view and sound, but considering he still had one bud shoved in his ear, I couldn't hear what was being said.
The waiting game sucked. I'd never been g
