Page 210 of Hidden Depths

Then—

"They're not fishermen."

"No kidding."

"They're wearing tactical gear."

Ward exchanged a look with me.

Professional.

Not hired thugs.

Not smugglers.

Professionals.

That made this far more dangerous.

Ward grabbed a chart.

"They're pushing us east."

Nathan answered immediately.

"Exactly."

Ward spread the chart across the helm.

His finger stopped over a section of water.

His expression darkened.

"No..."

"What?" I asked.

He tapped the chart.

"Old Devil's Reef."

Nathan swore over the radio.

"They're trying to force us onto the reef."

I looked between them.

"What happens if we hit it?"

Ward didn't soften the answer.

"We sink."

Silence filled the bridge.

Even the engines suddenly sounded louder.

"They don't want evidence," I said quietly.