The rhythmic pulse of the yacht’s music still thudded from the deck speakers, and the last of the champagne glasses clinked in the hands of laughing guests. But none of it registered for Lily and Jessica as they stood frozen on the upper deck, their eyes locked on a terrifying, surreal sight.

The chopper.

Descending like a mechanical bird of prey.

Its blades slashed through the midnight air, the wind shrieking across the deck, blowing hair, napkins, and loose scarves into chaos. ...