Page 185 of Hidden Depths

Before anyone could say another word...

Piers' calm voice crackled over the bridge radio.

"Bridge."

Storm reached for the microphone.

"Go ahead."

"Captain..."

His voice remained relaxed.

Almost too relaxed.

"I think our neighbors just launched something."

Every conversation stopped.

Storm's heart skipped.

"What kind of something?"

A brief pause.

Then Piers answered.

"Too small to be another boat."

John's voice came over the radio next.

"It's moving low."

Mark added quietly...

"And it's coming straight toward Sea Whisper."

Nearly two miles away...

The silver-haired man lowered a compact controller.

A faint smile crossed his face.

Above the dark Pacific...

A small drone skimmed silently over the waves.

Its blinking lights extinguished one by one.

Now invisible against the night sky.

Its destination...

The yacht called Sea Whisper.

Its mission...

To see what James Sinclair's family had finally discovered.