Chapter 90: A Private Boat Ride
Our boat bobs slightly on the water in the Seine River. Others resembling ours float in front and behind us. The river is full of boats churning up the waters in the narrow space. The only difference between our boat and the others is they are jampacked with tourists. Groups of people chatter and stare out at the city lights as the sun descends in the sky.
I check on either side, looking for other patrons on our boat, but there are none. We're as empty as we were when we left the dock. Only Vincent sits beside me on the red couch at the front of the boat.
"Shouldn't there be more people on this boat?" I ask, not wanting to alarm him but concerned all the same.
Vincent left his bulky silent security guard in America against everyone's wishes. When he first mentioned it on the plane, I enjoyed the idea of being alone, but now we are too alone. Where are the people? They'd been surrounding in the busy city, and now we are alone.