Page 96 of Hidden Depths

"I've got radar contact."

Storm crossed the bridge in three strides.

"Where?"

"Starboard quarter."

Storm studied the screen.

A second vessel.

Smaller.

Moving fast.

Very fast.

Ben stepped beside her.

"That's not the trawler."

"No."

Ward studied the closing track.

"It's coming from the south."

Storm looked from one contact...

To the other.

The trawler remained behind them.

The smaller vessel was cutting across the water toward Sea Whisper.

Not directly.

Intercepting.

Ben's expression never changed.

"That's coordinated."

Ward nodded once.

"They're working together."

Storm's pulse quickened.

"Could it be a coincidence?"

Neither man answered.

She already knew why.

Because neither of them believed in coincidences.

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