Chapter 236 Naomi

• Naomi
• Oleg helped me onto a small fishing boat, Jon’s body now stored under a stack of traps that were set out to catch seafood. I took a seat as far away from it as possible and watched as Oleg, flanked by the two men, guided the boat out of the docks and to the open ocean. The sea air filtered through my hair and I drew in a breath, glad to not feel queasy at all from the gentle rise and fall of the boat as it cut through the water. The sunrise was gorgeous to watch as well, and by the time Oleg reached his destination, I was feeling far different than I had been on land.
• There were no boats for as far as I could see, land nothing more than a tiny speck in the distance, but the men worked quickly, maneuvering the body to the edge and dumping it over with a small splash. “Set out the traps,” Oleg directed as he turned the boat from the position immediately. “Put your waders on.”