“Will do,” Swede said. “If there’s anything else you need, don’t hesitate to ask. We’re here to help.”
Kimo’s lips tipped upward a little. “Thanks.”
Rex gave her a quick, encouraging nod. “We’re going to the dive shop that rented the boat to Kimo to see if they had a GPS tracker on it.”
“Hopefully, they did,” Hawk said. “Makes sense to have them on rentals.”
“Let me know if I need to check into the rental company’s tracking database,” Swede said.
“We will,” Rex assured the man.
“In the meantime, I’ll see what I can find of Ms. Kekoa’s online files and the picture she took of the shipping container.”
“The break-in at Kimo’s house could’ve been by a thief looking for expensive equipment to pawn,” Hawk said. “But given the fact her online storage was wiped, and her computer and photography equipment were taken so soon after she spotted a sunken shipping container with human remains, I’d lean toward this being more than a random theft.”
“Agreed,” Rex said.
“Someone doesn’t want Kimo’s photos to get out,” Swede said. “Got it. I’ll start digging now and get back with you as soon as I can.”
“Thanks, Swede,” Rex said.
“Out here,” Swede said.
“Rex, you still on the line?” Hawk asked.
“Still here,” Rex responded
“Any chance you and Kimo can find the camera she dropped when she was evading the attackers?”
Rex cocked an eyebrow in Kimo’s direction.
Kimo drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I don’t know. I have the coordinates for where the shipping container was. After the attack, I was more concerned about dodging bullets than saving more sets of coordinates.” She frowned. “They shot a hole into my tank, and I released the BCD to buy time for me to get away, hoping they would follow the bubbles from the air escaping through the bullet hole. I’m almost sure I dropped the camera when I released my BCD.”
“But that’s a big bay,” Rex said.
“Yeah,” Kimo said. “But that camera and the images on it might be the only connection we have to that shipping container and the people responsible for the deaths of those chained inside.”
“That container might be our only lead as to who took Alana,” Rex said. “Whoever dropped it into the ocean obviously didn’t want anyone else to find it. The men who attacked you could’ve been the ones sent to locate and retrieve the container.”
Kimo shook her head. “Locate and guard, maybe. Their boat wasn’t big enough or equipped with the means to extract a container that size from the ocean floor—especially so quickly.”
“Like you said, they could’ve been the scouting and protection crew there to keep others from discovering their ugly secret,” Hawk said. “Which means, they’ll want everything to do with your find erased.”
Kimo shivered. “Including my laptop, home computer, online storage and the camera I lost when I fled.”
“And you,” Rex added softly.
“Exactly,” Hawk said. “Stay close to her.”
Rex glanced toward his pretty client. “That’s the plan.”
After Hank ended the call, Kimo looked up into Rex’s eyes. “We need a boat.”
“Do you think you can find the camera?”
Her jaw hardened. “I have to find the camera. Alana’s life might depend on it. When we meet with Jako, I’ll ask if he has another boat I can rent.”
Rex and Kimo went back into the house to find that the officer had finished gathering evidence in the living room and had moved on to the bedrooms.
