Fourteen
Sunday, December 19
Bailey's Key
There was a handwritten note attached to Mel’s radio aboard the Aggressor. It was written in another language and had a string of numbers. Eva couldn’t make sense of it. She plucked it off and handed it to Charlie.
“Can you read this?”
Charlie took the note. “It’s in Vietnamese. It says the Dragon—that’s Julian—will talk to Eva over the ham radio, and then it gives a frequency: 14.314.” He shrugged. “It makes sense. It gives Julian freedom to move around on his yacht, avoid the RMP rangers, go out to Atlantis, and be out of range of cell towers.”
Eva was confused. “That note can’t be for me. I don’t even read Vietnamese. Nor do I know anything about ham radios.”
“Julian was clearly expecting me or Mel to find this. Or for you to seek our hel
