Shay looked confused.“Meaning?”
McKayla turned slightly toward us, excitement making her eyes brighter than I’d seen them since she got to the island.“People react,” she explained.“They stop.They laugh.They jump.They look around.They get distracted.This guy never does.He walks through like he already knows everything around him.”
That sent a cold feeling crawling down my spine, because she was right.
Every clip showed the same thing.
Purpose.
Focus.
No hesitation.
Like Skull Island wasn’t entertainment to him.
Like it belonged to him.
Prime swore under his breath.
I pulled my radio from my cut immediately.
“Push to Anchor.”
Static crackled.
Then: “Anchor.”
“We found something.”
Silence for half a second.
Then his voice sharpened instantly.“What kind of something?”
I glanced at McKayla.She looked back at me with that same excited grin still lingering.“The kind you need to see.”
Ten minutes later the clubhouse door slammed open hard enough to shake the wall.Anchor came in first with Pearl right behind him.Cross and Vin followed close behind after hearing there’d been a break.
“You better not be fucking with me,” Anchor said as he headed straight for the hallway.
“We’re not,” Prime answered.
We all crowded back into McKayla’s room again, which officially made it the busiest room in the clubhouse.
McKayla sat back against the headboard now with the laptop balanced in front of her while everyone packed into the doorway or leaned against walls trying to see.
Anchor moved closest.“Show me.”
McKayla replayed the clips one after another.
The room got quieter each time.By the fourth video, Anchor looked pissed.
“How the hell did we miss this?”he muttered.
Vin swore softly from the doorway.“Jesus Christ.”
McKayla looked up from the laptop.“It was hard to spot.”
Anchor dragged a hand over his beard.
