14 To Kingdom Come

Guiscard was not fond of his questions being ignored. He grasped the waiter by the collar and dragged him to the boat's edge.

"Tell me what you have done, or you are going overboard!" he mouthed with a scowl. "With your broken leg, you will drown if sharks don't get you first."

The waiter hung precariously, and a push from Guiscard would throw him over the edge into the dark, foaming waters.

"Okay! Okay! Please, I have a sick mother! Please don't kill me!"

"What have you done?" Guiscard repeated himself.

"There is a bomb," the waiter mumbled. "In the engine room. I was asked to latch it to the beam frame."

"For God's sake, kid! How did you plan to escape?"

"I would have taken a safety boat."

Guiscard shoved him back on the deck. "Bind him!" he bid the other security guards. The latter pounced on the waiter, pinning him to the ground.

The tension of the guests on the lower decks was palpable. Some stood at the periphery of the yacht, ready to jump if there was an explosion. However, no