“Not my problem. No witnesses.” The man raises the gun and points it toward me.
Now I really start to panic. It is silly now to think this, but I can’t help but wish my dad would have sent security with me. I turn around and can just faintly make what looks like the lights of a coastline. We must be near our next stop in the Bahamas. If I jump, I may have a chance to make it to shore. My hands are shaking as I climb the railing and throw my leg over the side. Contemplating, I look down at the ten story drop into the swirling water below.
“Look, we can work this out. I will tell you what you want to know if you just let her go inside,” Josh tells the man.
“Don’t think so, Josh.” The man holds the gun steady at me.
“Amber, what are you doing?” Josh asks me as I sit on the railing, leaning my body toward the water.
I feel the icy finger of fear grip my heart as I look into the water again. A loud pop rings out through the night as I vanish into darkness.
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