FIFTY-EIGHT
The admiral’s aide came to get Eva and took her to the captain’s conference room, where Thomas, Caleb, Admiral Quentin, and the SEAL commander were already seated.
Eva looked around. “Where’s the man you brought aboard? Captain, please don’t tell me you put him in the brig.”
Caleb shook his head. “You know me better than that, Dr. Paz. He’s with Chief Navarro getting stuffed full of whatever he cooked up for mid-rats. Then we’ll let him get cleaned up and find him a warm place to bunk. As far as I’m concerned, he’s a guest on my ship.”
“Do you know who he is yet?” Eva asked. “And does he know anything that could help us get Jake or Marie or Cleo or any of the others back?”
“He’s Uyghur, which Thomas pieced together right away, and we were able to get in a translator throug
