Page 154 of Hidden Depths
"Good."
"And if Nathan remembers?"
He looked out over the endless ocean.
"He won't."
The crewman hesitated.
"And if James wrote it down?"
For the first time...
The older man's smile disappeared.
He turned slowly.
"Find the logbook."
His voice was calm.
Almost gentle.
"But if you cannot bring me the book..."
He glanced toward the white yacht on the horizon.
"...bring me the captain."
The order hung in the air.
Cold.
Precise.
Unmistakable.
Storm Sinclair had just become far more than a witness.
She had become the key to a secret someone had been willing to kill for...twenty years ago.
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STORM
Grandpa always told me...
"Some storms don't begin with thunder."
"Some begin with a single decision."
No one moved.
The bridge felt smaller somehow.
As though twenty years of unanswered questions had quietly crowded into the room.
Nathan remained standing beside Grandpa's bell.
