Page 63 of Hidden Depths
And he reached the same conclusion.
"Military."
Ben nodded.
"Or former military."
Storm folded her arms.
"They've been careful."
"So have we."
Ward looked around the yacht.
"No panic."
"No alarms."
Ben nodded.
"Nothing changes."
Scott looked confused.
"Nothing?"
Ben smiled slightly.
"That's exactly what they'll expect us to do."
That evening...
Storm called a quiet meeting on the bridge.
Only the sisters.
The SEALs.
No guests.
Frank and Rose were downstairs laughing over a game of cards.
Storm laid Ivy's photographs across the chart table.
"I think Grandpa would've been proud of you."
I looked down at the pictures.
"So would Dad."
My throat tightened.
Storm squeezed my hand.
"Absolutely."
Ben looked around the room.
