Page 114 of Hidden Depths
"They're moving?"
Calle nodded.
"They're finally making their play."
Hazel drew a slow breath.
"Let's keep everyone together."
Frank and Rose were already in the central salon, exactly where Storm wanted them.
Scott quietly closed the exterior doors without saying a word.
Willow set a fresh pot of coffee on the table.
Rose blinked.
"Coffee?"
Willow smiled.
"If we're about to have unexpected visitors..."
"...they don't need to know we're nervous."
Frank chuckled.
"I like this family."
"So do I," Scott said.
"They're tougher than they look."
On the bridge...
The distance closed.
Three miles.
Two.
One and a half.
Storm could now see people standing along the trawler's rail.
No weapons.
Hands visible.
The older man stepped forward.
He removed his cap.
A gesture of respect.
Then...
To everyone's surprise...
