The stairwell was cold and smelled of concrete. Elena followed the agent, her heart pounding in her ears. They descended two flights of stairs before he stopped on a landing and pulled out a tablet.
"My name is Agent Thorne," he said, swiping the screen. "And I’m going to show you why your boyfriend is a dead man walking."
He pulled up a grainy surveillance video. It showed a yacht—a large, luxurious vessel. Elena recognized it instantly. It was the boat Vivian had "died" on.
"Watch closely," Thorne said.
The video showed a woman—Vivian—standing on the deck, arguing with a man. The man had his back to the camera. But Elena knew that stance. She knew those shoulders.
It was Julian.
They were fighting. Vivian slapped him. Julian grabbed her arms. Then, a second man appeared from the sh
