Page 408 of Hidden Depths

“One tried to grab her.”

Ben’s mouth almost curved.

“Remind me never to corner a Sinclair sister aboard her own yacht.”

“Where is Hazel?” Ivy asked.

“Flybridge.”

Willow started toward the stairs.

I caught her arm.

“He has a gun.”

“So do I.”

“That’s a flare gun.”

“It worked on the last one.”

The fire burning near the stern suddenly made more sense.

Ben looked at her.

“You started the fire?”

“Not all of it.”

“What does that mean?”

“Their charge started it. I made it bigger.”

“Why?”

“So you could find us.”

I stared at her.

“It worked.”

Ivy lowered her voice.

“There’s another way onto the flybridge.”

“Exterior ladder?”

“No. Inside Grandpa’s compartment.”

“The one Hazel was hiding in?”

Ivy nodded.

“There’s an emergency hatch behind the old radio panel. Grandpa said it was for pirates.”

Ben looked toward the ceiling.

“Your grandfather prepared for pirates?”