Page 433 of Hidden Depths

Trust.

Understanding.

A silent plan.

Calle looked down at the camera hanging from the man’s belt.

Ivy’s camera.

Ben’s gaze followed hers.

Then returned to her face.

“I found your memory card.”

A tear slipped down her cheek.

“Good.”

“I’ll give it back.”

“You’d better.”

The man glanced between them.

“You two finished?”

Calle smiled.

“Yes.”

She drove her heel down on his foot.

At the same moment, Ben lunged.

The man’s knife sliced across Calle’s neck.

Not deep.

But enough to draw blood.

Ben hit him with the full force of his body.

Calle stumbled backward.

Her heel slipped over the edge.

I screamed.

Ben released the attacker and threw himself toward her.

His hand closed around Calle’s wrist.

Her body disappeared beyond the broken railing.

Ben hit the floor.

His injured shoulder slammed against the metal frame.