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“I’ll stay out of Blackwater unless you request my assistance,” I said.
Keating nodded.
“If we go back inside, it will be with a complete entry team after the engineers declare the passage stable.”
“And if someone is still inside?”
“Our officers won’t enter blind.”
Calle’s shoulders relaxed.
Not completely.
Enough.
Agent Morales closed her notebook.
“I’ll return in the morning. Miss Sinclair, I’d like you to review the photographs you took of Mariner’s Crown.”
“Of course.”
“Please don’t open or alter the original files tonight. We’ll make forensic copies before you review them.”
“I understand.”
Morales handed her a card.
“If you remember anything about the silver-haired man, write it down. Don’t discuss your memories with other witnesses first.”
Calle glanced at Storm.
“Because we might influence each other.”
“Exactly.”
Morales turned toward Elanore.
“The same applies to anything you remember your father saying before he died.”
Mom nodded.
Commander Keating and Agent Morales left together. One Coast Guard vehicle followed them while the others remained.
Ward gathered his men near the side of the house.
They didn’t disappear into the night with weapons.
They stood beneath the patio lights while Lieutenant Harper assigned positions and established how they would communicate with her officers.
That was exactly what I wanted to see.
No one competing for control.
No one trying to prove he was the most capable man on the beach.
Just people doing their jobs.
Calle slipped her hand into mine.
