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“And later?”

Robert looks toward the girl.

“Get us off this ship. I’ll tell you everything.”

“Who is she?” Ben asks.

Robert puts one hand on her shoulder.

“Her name is Lily Hale. She’s my granddaughter.”

The girl looks toward the camera.

“Simon took us three days ago.”

“Why?” Marquez asks.

“Because my grandfather knows where Daniel Sinclair hid the film.”

Every person in the conference room becomes still.

Ben leans against Piers.

“Where?”

Robert looks toward him.

“I’ll tell Calle.”

“Why only Calle?”

“Because Daniel said she would know what to do with it.”

My father left me a message.

I was thirteen years old when he died.

He couldn’t have known the woman I would become.

Unless he asked Robert to wait for something.

“Why me?” I ask.

Robert looks into the body camera.

“Because you carry James’s compass.”

A terrible sound moves through the ship.

Metal bends.

The floor tilts sharply beneath them.

Water rushes across the cargo deck.

“Questions later,” Scott says. “Move.”

John reaches the torn hull first.