My temples pounded with the thumping of the ever-present whirling as I tried to come to terms with my situation. I was approaching the huge superyacht of an infamous drug lord. Oh, and he was also my new father-in-law. My husband had been injured, and I’d watched my brother-in-law pull a knife on a man. It was a lot.

Suddenly, I became self-conscious. Looking down, I registered the fact that I was still wearing the long blue sundress from this morning. “I should have changed ...