Fifty-Two
Wednesday, December 22
Bailey’s Key
Eva’s team regrouped on the deck of the Aggressor. Julian had just called her, giving her his final ultimatum: either she delivered one hundred million dollars by sunset, or he would blow Atlantis and destroy her mother with it. Thanks to his legal entanglements, and his lack of funds to cover them, the fish farm was going to be taken from him anyway; and if he couldn’t have it, he told Eva, no one would.
“If you hadn’t stolen my bitcoin and testified against me, this wouldn’t have to happen. As it is, I hesitate to think how my escaped CobiX will affect your previous ecosystem, but you only have yourself to blame.”
After Julian hung up on her, Eva had fallen back into the captain’s chair, and while she tried to calm herself, Oliver and Ow
