“Are Hannah and Jamie?”
“They haven’t told anyone yet—but yes. We all know.”
I wonder what could have happened. Jamie was fine when Scott and I left the ship today. He was assigned to do some gas staging work with the SEALs at the Drop in the afternoon. They were going to lay tanks and other equipment in the tunnels. But they weren’t going in too far and were going to wear standard gear, not the Shields. Something that Jamie could do blindfolded.
“I should go help,” I say before thinking. I shake my head.
No. I can’t leave Natalie and Crystal alone.
Crystal nods. “You should. The police are sending someone over here right now. To stay the night.” She holds my hand. “Tomorrow, we’ll figure out what to do.”
As soon as I pull into the marina parking lot, I see the ambulances and three covered gurneys.
Shit.
Getting out, I walk to Finn and Sid, who are gathered with a group of others on the pier. Scott’s nowhere in sight, and neither is theAdeline.
“Nathan.” Sid motions me over to join her and Finn.
“What happened?” I ask.
Finn exhales slowly. “One SEAL made it out and explained how they got turned around in the tunnels,” Finn says. “It was a silt-out. Looks like they lost the line and got separated.” He lowers his gaze to the planks. “They’ve recovered three bodies so far.”
“Jamie?” I ask.
“Looks like he was caught in the middle of it. They’re still looking for him and one other SEAL,” he says.
“How long have they been searching?”
“Nearly two hours now. Scott and the rest of his team took theAdelineout to search. Maddie and Hannah are with them.”
“I should be out there.”
“I expect they’ve got all the help they need right now,” he says.
But I’m already walking toward Finn’s RIB with my dive bag. “Give me a lift.”
CHAPTER 27
The Widow
The doorbell rings.
A stiff wind of fear brushes over my skin. What if it isn’t the police? Nathan and I don’t own guns. I grab a butcher’s knife and move to the door.
When I peer through the side window, I see Detective Daniels and his partner.
Strange. I thought they were assigning a junior officer to us tonight.
I open the door. “Detective.”
Daniels’s eyebrows lift at the knife in my hand.
“Sorry.” I set it on the foyer table. “I’m still a little jittery.”
“Completely understandable.” His voice is gentle. “Can we come in?”
“Of course.” I gesture toward the kitchen. “Have a seat. I’ll fix us something to drink. Water? Tea? Cola?”
