Noah’s POV
We inch toward the rows of yachts, moving in formation, Connor leading, sliding from boat to boat before beckoning us forward. Each boat we pass, I check the name on the back, Blue Moon, Pegasus and Delphine are some of the more normal names, others are obvious puns like, Seas the day, Pier Pressure and Reel Nauti, but we have yet to find the one we are looking for.
Connor ducks out from behind the yacht beside us, checking the walkway before he moves at speed to the other side, crouching by the large boat that is moored across from us. I glance back the way we came, checking that no one is behind us, not trusting Cargill to not have another vehicle coming after the one that took Daisy.
Connor suddenly makes the sound of a gull, dragging my attention forward to find he’s move
