Page 191 of Hidden Depths
"Dancing."
"Telling jokes."
"Eating dessert. Drinking Champagne.”
He looked genuinely confused.
"If they found Sinclair's secret..."
"...why are they acting like this?"
The older man slowly walked to the bridge window.
Watching the tiny lights of Sea Whisper glowing peacefully in the darkness.
His instincts told him something was wrong.
Very wrong.
People being hunted didn't usually dance.
Unless...
They wanted the hunters to believe they had nothing to hide.
His smile slowly disappeared.
"They know we're watching."
The technician swallowed.
"What do we do?"
The older man's eyes remained fixed on the distant yacht.
"Keep watching."
He spoke quietly.
"Because people can fake laughter..."
He paused.
"But eventually..."
"...someone always makes a mistake."
Miles away...
Still swaying gently beneath the stars...
Ben quietly spoke without moving his lips.
"They've taken the bait."
Ward smiled without looking at him.
"Good."
