Chapter 644

Andrew and Marion had been holed up in the island villa, discussing their strategy.

“I’m leaving,” Marion said.

Andrew frowned. “You don’t even know where she is. What good will it do to leave now?”

Just then, Randy burst through the door. “She’s alive.”

His words attracted immediate attention. Marion immediately stood up. “What do you mean?”

“Check the news. Haven’t you been following it? Debra just posted on social media,” Randy quickly replied, placing his phone in front of them.

The butler searched for the relevant news and placed the phone in front of Andrew. “Sir, take a look.”

The post read, “[All is well. The gunshots were just for show. I’ve been down with a high fever, so I’ve been out of it for a bit. Thanks for the concern, but I’m alive and kicking.]”

Attached was a selfie of Debra. Though it was just a selfie, in the background, they could faintly see a dining table and the décor behind her.

“It’s a cruise ship,” Andrew said, recognizing the surroundings.

“The key thing is that Debra is still alive,” Randy said. “That’s her message to us.”

“No, something’s off,” Marion said, frowning deeply. Debra had been captured by Drake. There was no way he would allow her to post on social media. Debra must have convinced Drake somehow. This wasn’t just a simple message.

“What did you figure out?” Randy asked.

“It’s the location,” Marion said, grabbing Randy’s arm. “The location.”

“The location?”

“Social media usually has location tracking enabled. We need to find out where that photo was taken.”

“Right. Why didn’t I think of that?” Randy slapped his forehead. “Give me a laptop.”

Andrew slid his laptop over. “Use mine.”

Time ticked by. Dawn was breaking when Randy finally located the coordinates. He said excitedly, “It’s this stretch of ocean. Based on their course, they’re heading back to Seamar City.”

Andrew and Marion stared at the map. It showed the route of the ship based on the phone’s GPS.

“Debra is clever,” Andrew remarked. “She turned on location services so we could track her. I estimate we have two days before they arrive in Seamar City.”

“Book tickets,” Marion said. “We’ll set up an ambush at the port.”

Andrew turned to his butler. “Get the tickets.”

“Yes, sir.”

As Randy finally let out a sigh of relief and began shutting down the computer, he noticed something peculiar in Debra’s post.

“Wait a second,” he muttered. “Her phone…”

Marion, always on high alert, asked, “What about her phone?”

“The phone model…”

No one had paid attention to it earlier, but Debra’s post displayed her phone’s model at the bottom.

“DSP,” Randy read out the letters. He had never heard of such a model.