Ashcroft’s eyes stayed locked on her, a cold amusement buried under the heat. “I figured you already had your fun,” he said, voice smooth, “so I’m here to help you clean up.”
Ashcroft’s next words came out hard, metallic. “Get rid of him. Make sure he never surfaces again. Chop him up, feed him to the sharks.”
The two men echoed in perfect, horrible unison: “Copy, boss.”
As the two men closed in on Ethan, the harsh reality hit Harper like a jolt. She stepped forward, eyes flashing, voice sharp with frustration. “Wait—what are you doing? I’m not done with him!”
Ashcroft’s tone was smooth, almost businesslike, as if discussing mundane errands. “You are. Besides, we leave tomorrow. Might as well take out the trash before sunrise—then everyone can enjoy a good night sleep.”
For a moment H
