Page 386 of Hidden Depths

“Listen to me. The leader is August Ross. He left Keawe Cannery in a black SUV. He may be coordinating both teams.”

“Copy.”

“Sea Whisper?”

“No response.”

Storm ripped the radio from my hand.

“Ivy! Answer me!”

Nothing.

“Ivy, it’s Storm. Answer me now!”

Static.

Then three rapid clicks sounded through the radio.

Storm went still.

“What is that?” I asked.

She lifted one finger.

“Wait.”

Three more clicks.

A pause.

Two clicks.

Another pause.

Five.

Storm’s eyes filled with tears.

“It’s Willow.”

“What is she doing?”

“Grandpa taught us to tap against the pipes if the radios failed.”

“Can she hear you?”

“No. It only works one way.”

The tapping continued.

Storm counted beneath her breath.

“Three. Two. Five. One.”

“What does it mean?”

She closed her eyes.