Page 70 of Hidden Depths
"They've settled into a routine."
The older man nodded.
"Good."
"What are your orders?"
He looked through his binoculars one final time.
His gaze settled on the yacht.
On the bridge.
On the woman standing alone beneath the stars.
Then he answered.
"Wait."
The younger man frowned.
"For what?"
The older man's smile never reached his eyes.
"For them to believe they're safe."
13
Ben
People thought awareness was something you switched on.
It wasn't.
It became part of you.
Like breathing.
Like blinking.
Like checking six o'clock without realizing you'd done it.
The Pacific was calm.
Too calm.
I leaned against the rail with a cup of Willow's coffee in one hand.
Scott wandered onto the deck carrying a plate with two cinnamon rolls.
"Breakfast of champions."
I looked at the plate.
"That's breakfast for four people."
"I train hard."
