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I explained the chase over the island and how Indiana and I fought them off to protect the device.
Aria leaned forward so she could look at me better. “We are truly grateful for what you and Indiana did. The intel on that hard drive provides a major turning point in this case.”
“Thanks.” I explained how the two men who attacked us met their ends.
“He jumped? Christ.” Cobra winced.
“Ryder, I need you to retrieve the bodies of the two men who died on the island, too,” Watts said.
“Yes, sir. Will do,” Ryder said.
“You’ll need a shovel to scrape them off the rocks.” I screwed up my face. “Sorry.”
“We’re lucky it’s not your bodies at the bottom of the cliff,” Aria said.
“Indiana was incredibly brave. She put her life on the line for that gadget.” I nodded at the hard drive on the table. “She deserves the recognition. She lost everything, including her dad, to salvage that.”
Aria leveled a hard gaze on me. “I’ll make sure she is fully compensated, and I will personally thank her for everything she’s done.”
“Thanks. Indiana needs that help. Without Rhino she lost her home and her career and, oh, that reminds me . . .” I glanced at Ryder. “When you go to Wombat Island, we left our wetsuits on the beach on the western side. In Indiana’s wetsuit, you’ll find her mother’s gold locket. Can you get it, please? It’s the only thing she has left of her mother.”
“Of course.” Ryder nodded.
“Poor Indiana.” Lacey shook her head.
“Before one of the men, Clark, jumped to his death, he told me he had no idea who he worked for, but they call him The Eye.”
“What the fuck kind of name is that?” Watts rolled his eyes.
“Clark said they called him that because he sees everything.”
“Sees everything? What does that mean?” Watts barked.
I huffed. “I don’t know. He had a drone, chopper, and men on the ground. Maybe he has satellite feeds, too.”
“That would explain how he got the signal on the hard drive so quickly,” Cobra said.
“Really? How does someone hack into a satellite?” Lacey asked.
“It’s not that hard.” Cobra wriggled his eyebrows at Aria. “Is it?”
She shook her head but didn’t elaborate.
“What else did Clark say?” She pivoted the conversation back to me.
“Well, this is the bit that tipped him over the edge.”
“Literally,” Cobra joked. “Sorry.”
“Yeah. When he said he’d never met or spoken to The Eye, I asked him how he got the job, which, by the way, he was paid in cash. A thousand bucks a week delivered to him in a blank envelope.”
“A thousand bucks a week.” Watts scowled. “Lucky for some.”
“So, how did he get the job?” Aria asked.
“Remember Wax? Thomas Wexler?”
She squinted at me. “Yes. One of the boy’s names from the orphanage.”
