Page 97 of Hidden Depths

Ivy lifted her camera before anyone asked.

The long lens found the approaching vessel.

Click.

Click.

Click.

She zoomed in.

"It's black."

Scott looked over her shoulder.

"What is it?"

"I don't know."

She took another photograph.

Then another.

The hull bounced across the swells with practiced speed.

No fishing gear.

No recreational equipment.

Just a sleek, powerful boat throwing a white wake behind it.

She hurried toward the bridge.

Storm spread Ivy's newest photographs across Grandpa's chart table.

Ward leaned over the images.

"Rigid inflatable."

Ben nodded.

"Twin outboards."

"Fast."

Storm looked at both men.

"Can it catch us?"

Ward smiled gently.

"It already has."

Silence settled over the bridge.

Not fearful.

Focused.