The Hurricane Trap, A Ransom Bet

Alarms blared across the bridge warning of a Category 3 hurricane while I steered the cargo ship toward the maritime border.

I quickly tried to turn back toward port, only to discover the fuel tanks were bone dry and the emergency transponder had been ripped out.

Desperate, I grabbed the marine radio to reach the coast guard.

The moment the frequency clicked open, my wife's mocking laughter poured through the speaker.

"I jammed your emergency frequency hours ago, Garrett. Enjoy your little s