Beckett's POV
The zip line platform is tucked near the upper deck, a temporary rig the crew must have assembled sometime this afternoon, sturdy scaffolding rising several storeys above the pool below, a long cable stretching out toward a matching platform near the ship's stern, the whole thing looking considerably more ambitious than I expected for something set up on a cruise ship mid-voyage.
Murphy's already there when I arrive, harness half fastened, grinning the moment he spots me.
'There he is,' he calls out. 'The other member of tonight's exclusive bachelor's club.'
'Exclusive club of two,' I say, making my way up the platform steps toward him.
'Small but distinguished,' Murphy says, clapping a hand on my shoulder. 'Someone in production reckoned that for the two that didn’t get
