Page 96 of Ensnaring the Siren

She paused, turning to meet her fellow siren’s pleading green gaze. Did such monstrous creatures even deserve mercy? Raw fury twisted her insides. Not at her friend, but at these fishermen, for what could’ve happened. For what had already happened. “Help me make an example of them.”

With a rough jerk of her arm, she yanked the man into the hold, his screaming abruptly cut off.

The ship was finally quiet.

Chapter

Thirty-Four

“This is The Lovely Lorelei. We have eyes on The Seriphus.”

Killian and his crew. They found it.

Adrenaline coursed through Reid’s veins. It had been two hours since the collision. A lot could happen in that amount of time, and it was making him downright antsy considering the possibilities, but he needed to stay calm and focused, or he wouldn’t be any good to anyone.

The last they’d heard from sector, three FBI agents from the Boston field office were being flown out to a Coast Guard cutter patrolling off the coast of Portland, which would take them the rest of the way, but it would be at least ten more hours until they arrived on scene.

Perez checked the coordinates Killian gave against their current location. “Thank you, Captain. We’ll be there soon. Hang tight.”

Reid waited for a more explicit “do not engage” directive, but it never came. The corner of his mouth ticked up in a small, half smile. While he couldn’t in good conscience professionally condone a bunch of local fishermen storming a fish factory, personally, he’d no problem with them sticking it to the Man, especially since they just might be Nireed, Lorelei, and Lila’s best chances of getting out alive.

Be careful, Killian.

“Would you look at that?” Perez exhaled, her awe unmistakable.

Reid leaned forward.

Ahead, a ring of local fishermen had encircled The Seriphus, the whole lot of them boxing the factory ship in, rendering it immobile. While Perez began updating their sector command, Reid dug out a pair of binoculars. The Lovely Lorelei was there, Wind Catcher, Reel ‘Em In, Never Better, and many, many others. It looked as if all of Haven Cove’s offshore roster had joined the party.

On The Seriphus, ten or so crew members were sitting in a group on deck, their arms behind their backs. He’d no way of knowing for sure, but it looked as if they’d been bound. Odd. Had the fishermen boarded the ship and subdued the crew?

There hadn’t been enough time for that unless they waited until after the action was already over to report The Seriphus’s whereabouts…

Reid scanned the length of the ship, catching a flash of red, before doubling back.

“Well, I’ll be,” he murmured, hardly believing his eyes.

“What are you seeing?” Perez asked.

That was his sister on deck, lowering a ladder over the side. Killian and several others used it to climb onboard.

“Would you believe me if I told you I recently found out I have a half sister?”

Perez glanced over, arching a brow. “Funny time to bring that up. Can’t tell if you’re pulling my leg or not.”

“I’m not.” He pointed to the deck of The Seriphus. “That’s her, mid-deck. Lorelei Roth.”

“One of the civilians we’re out here looking for?”

“Yup.” She’d as good as rescued herself. “She’s got at least ten of the crew tied up on deck.”

Perez’s brow climbed higher. “What does she do for a living?”

“She’s a museum director.”

“What, she put them to sleep with history facts?”

Reid snorted, continuing to scan the deck. He didn’t see either Nireed or Lila, which made his stomach clench, but no reason to panic yet. They might be below deck keeping an eye on the remaining crew. “I need to get down there.”

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