Page 135 of Hidden Depths
Ben crouched beside it.
"No wires."
"No obvious trap."
Ward studied the black plastic container.
"It was meant to float."
Scott looked up.
"So..."
"Somebody mailed us?"
No one smiled.
Storm knelt beside the case.
A single strip of waterproof tape held the lid closed.
Across the top...
Written in neat black letters...
Was one word.
Captain.
Storm's pulse quickened.
"They know."
Nathan had called her Captain.
Grandpa had called her Captain.
Now...
Someone else had.
Ben looked at her.
"You don't have to open it."
Storm met his eyes.
"Yes."
"I do."
She slowly peeled away the tape.
Lifted the lid.
Inside...
There was no weapon.
