She looked unsure—as if she’d been given directions to never let anyone out of her sight while on the Celeste. But she also looked like she trusted me. Our conversation about Luna seemed to have relaxed her a little bit. “Okay,” she said. “I do have more dusting to do. You wouldn’t think a boat would get so dusty. It’s a mystery to me.”

She said the last as she trotted up the stairs. I waited for her to disappear and for the sound of the door opening, and then I bolted, letting the walk-in slam shut on the half-emptied box. I had to get out of there before the Ambrosia guys came in and realized they’d been gifted a coworker who didn’t actually exist.

The housekeeper’s voice floated down toward me, intermixed with the voices of the two men. I stood at the base of the stairs and gazed up. No way could I go back up this way. I would be intercepted for sure. Instead, I hurried through the kitchen and out a side door, which took me to some sort of Jet Ski garage. Two Jet Skis were parked in front of a rolling door, life jackets lining the walls. Seriously cool and swank, but not really a great place to hide. I kept moving, finding myself in a fitness room, and then a recreation room. There was a bar down here, along with some card tables, a pool table, and three really huge flat-screen TVs. The lower deck of this ship probably cost more than my house.

God only knew what the upper levels held.

I was about to find out.

I ducked through a door on the other side of the recreation room, spilling into a spa room, with mirrored makeup stations and three massage tables. The air smelled like oils and lotions, and if I wasn’t desperately trying to find a place to hide, it might have been tempting to just lie back and enjoy the aromatherapy.

I kept going. On the other side of the massage room was what looked like a big storage area. I turned in circles, assessing whether I could hide here. It mostly seemed to be filled with tubs and boxes, and a tall, partially disassembled Christmas tree in one corner. In order to hide in here, I would have to empty a box.

I could barely hear the voices anymore, which made me relax a little. If they were excited, I might hear some yelling or at the very least calling out.

Still, I pressed forward, and found myself in an engine room. Also no place to hide. But there was a set of stairs at the end, presumably leading to the main deck and beyond.