Vicky tugged Georgia's hand, pulling her toward the parking lot. "We'll head to my office near the port. It's closer, and from there, we'll get updates from Nick and Liam directly. We can also see their boats' position via the satellite."
Georgia nodded, her stomach twisting with adrenaline. Every step felt like a countdown—Nancy was slipping further away, and if they lost her tonight, there might not be another chance.
At the port, Nick's figure was already a shadow of authority cutting through the controlled chaos. Liam was waiting near the dock, barking orders to his men. The moment Nick arrived, he gestured toward the sleek vessel gleaming under the floodlights.
The police chief and his officers froze in their tracks. "Good Lord," one of them muttered.
The speedboat looked like something out of a classified military file—long, low, matte black, armed with radar tech and GPS tracking systems. The engine purred even while idle, like a predator barely leashed.
