Alexander POV
The scorched zodiac boat was a sad reminder that we weren't the only ones the Pacific had tried to swallow. We spent the better part of the morning scouring the area around the wreck, but aside from that lone, oversized combat boot, there was nothing. No bodies, no ID tags, no journals. Just the smell of burnt rubber and salt.
"If they crashed here," Catherine said, looking toward the dark line of the jungle, "what if they’re still here? Somewhere on the other side of the ridge?"
I looked at the charred hull. The damage looked old and the soot was baked into the rubber, weathered by weeks of sun and spray. "If they are, they haven't made themselves known. No smoke signals, no flares. For our sake, I hope they’re friendlies. Or long gone."
The thought of others unsettled m
