Chapter 320

CARSON WAS GOING TO have to run for it.

She'd only seen two ways off the boat. There was some kind of door a few levels below where she'd hit the deck. She'd tried to get close to it, but there were always people in that area. Which left the forklift ramp at the end of the ship.

She'd made it most of the length of the boat without being seen, but that was by chance. There was too much open, exposed ground from here to her exit. For her to get closer she had to take the stairs up one level then walk herself down the ramp.

Someone would see her.

Would her knee hold up to a run?

Pain shot up and down her body with every step. That would be worse at a run. She could do it so long as she didn't trip.

All she had to do was get off the boat and find someone. Anyone at all. She'd scream her head off if she thought she'd be heard.

Carson tried to listen for voices or footsteps, but it was difficult to make out subtle sounds.