The Atlantic Ocean stretched endlessly beneath the gray sky, its surface dark and restless.
Ethan stood on the deck of the research vessel, staring out at the water. Three days had passed since Eleanor Cross's escape from the underwater facility. Three days of silence. Three days of waiting for his grandmother to make her next move. But there had been nothing. No messages, no attacks, no signs of life. Eleanor had vanished completely.
Kate appeared beside him, her hand on his arm. "Ethan, you need to rest. You haven't slept in two days."
"I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see her face. That smile. She knows something we don't."
"Then we'll find out what it is. We always do."
Ethan turned to look at her, his eyes tired but clear. "What if we can't? What if this is the one we
