Page 224 of Hidden Depths

They never saw the hidden channel.

Ward let out a slow breath.

"They missed it."

Nathan laughed over the radio.

"I don't believe it."

"What?"

"They're chasing empty water."

Ben looked out from behind the rocks just in time to watch two of the attack boats roar past. The Coast Guard chasing after them.

"They're still going!"

Frank's voice drifted up from below.

"I'll keep the coffee warm!"

Nathan keyed his mic.

"And the bourbon!"

Rose answered before Frank could.

"Only one glass, young man!"

Even I laughed.

For the first time all morning...

We'd stolen a little piece of victory.

Then Storm's smile vanished.

She pointed ahead.

"Ward..."

I followed her finger.

Hidden inside the cove...

Half concealed beneath years of vines and weathered rock...

Was an old wooden dock.

Broken.

Forgotten.

Attached to it sat the remains of an ancient boathouse.

I frowned.

"That wasn't on the chart."