Noah’s POV
My knee jumps anxiously in the back of the SUV, as we speed down the road back toward Portland Marina an hour from where we were before.
Callan is still on the phone, he is desperately trying to follow Cargill’s goons as they drive further away from his house and back toward us. His verbal directions seem to be confirming what we originally thought, that they do indeed seem to be heading toward where the developer’s yacht is moored.
In the driver’s seat, Gage has been pushing over one hundred on the speedometer, demanding everything that the SUV has at every given opportunity, swearing anytime he has to slow down again due to other traffic using the roads.
Suddenly, I’m jolted forward in my seat, as Gage slams on his brakes, my hands grabbing the front seats to stop myself b
