India raced for the bridge. She told herself she was over-reacting, that Ned had already taken evasive action, but her adrenalin was in full flow and she catapulted on to the bridge calling urgently, 'There's a ship out there, Ned . . . Oh, Jesus . . .'
Ned was sprawled unconscious on the floor.
India sprang for the radar. There were two echoes, but where one was around half a mile away and chugging steadily south, the other had nearly merged with their own and was terrifyingly close, heading straight for them from starboard.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
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She glanced through the windows. Nothing but fog. But the radar told her the ship was on a collision course with them . . . She hit the fire button. Alarms hollared.
Oh, please get Cuan here quickly, he'll know what to do . . . Jesus, the air horn, you idiot, use the bloody horn . . .
Fire alarms ringing, air horn blaring, she fumbled for the radio. Called up the ship on channel 16. Voice panicky, she said, 'This is Sundancer, we're on a collision course, please go to starboard immediately . . . GO STARBOARD!'
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This is the second book featuring India Kane, and it was great to be working with her again. She's wonderfully wilful and independent, but beneath her tough veneer she's also fiercely loyal and passionate.
This time around not only is she battling against a politically powerful family that make the Kennedy's look like pussycats, but she's also battling with an inner conflict: she wants revenge for her dead friend, Ned, and to find the truth about the container ship that rammed them, but at what cost?
I wanted to see how far India would go keeping her family safe against her vehement need to put things right, and she surprised the heck out of me by going further than even I expected.
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