I whistled Yellow Submarine as I manoeuvred the speedboat into the channel.
It was something about that sea of green, I guess. The aquatic plants stretched almost as far as the eye could see.
Kate was not amused.
“Don’t get any crazy ideas,” she snarled, digging the muzzle of her revolver into the small of my back.
I gritted my teeth, threw the boat into a swerve, and dived into the water, through the plants, and into the icy waters beneath.
I was a good swimmer. I heard the muffled shots, but was unscathed!
The rest wouldn’t be as easy.