The Acheron cut through the turquoise waters of the Caribbean like a surgical blade. The hull parted the sea with smooth precision, leaving a long white scar of foam behind us that dissolved slowly into the endless blue.
Behind us lay the wreckage of the Cole family legacy, the smoking ruins of Derrick's ambition, and a federal justice system currently chasing ghosts. Warrants had been issued, bank accounts frozen, and boardrooms turned into crime scenes. But every trail they followed ended in carefully constructed dead ends.
