Page 467 of Hidden Depths
Three shipping companies were being investigated.
Accounts connected to Ross had been frozen.
Families who had lived in fear for decades were finally talking.
The official report listed August Ross as presumed dead.
Storm didn’t ask whether I believed he had survived the fall.
I didn’t volunteer an answer.
The body hadn’t been recovered.
Men like Ross had a habit of returning from places that should have killed them.
But if he had survived, I would be ready.
So would the Sinclair sisters.
Thomas had survived surgery.
He complained about physical therapy, hospital food, and nurses who refused to let him repair the equipment.
His doctors expected a full recovery.
Nathan had traveled to San Francisco with Elanore.
He claimed he was coming to check on Thomas.
No one believed him.
Not even Thomas.
Especially not Thomas.
Nathan had spent the flight sitting beside Elanore.
He still hadn’t told her he loved her.
He didn’t have to.
Not yet.
She knew.
She had always known.
Frank and Rose waited at the marina when we arrived.
Rose waved both arms.
Frank held a sign that read:
WELCOME HOME, PIRATES.
Storm brought Sea Whisper into her berth.
The lines were secured.
