Jason’s instincts kicked in. The man’s appearance—khaki pants, plain T-shirt—echoed the stranger he’d encountered outside room 4C. His mind began piecing together fragments: the boats from last night, the peculiar neighbor, the woman’s missing bracelet, and now this man watching a laptop with too much interest.
A growing realization took hold. What if these weren’t isolated incidents? What if the boats he’d seen under the moonlight weren’t fishermen or curious locals? A more troubling thought took shape: they could be part of a coordinated scheme, a gang of thieves that had boarded the ship under cover of darkness.