Sophia watched Jay and Damien drive off. At least they’d look out for each other, which was more than could be said for her. Big Dog was dead, and Freeman and Benito had come close to death. This was Grace’s operation, but she couldn’t help but feel responsible. At Desecheo Island, Nasira had been the only surviving member of her team, not counting the additional members, Benito and Damien and Jay. And before that, Adamicz. And before that, her parents. Her whole life was a long line of people dying because she couldn’t protect them. Not even from herself.
‘OK, people, we’re moving back north,’ Grace said. She turned to Freeman. ‘Have you made contact?’
Freeman shook his head. ‘I’m not getting anything.’
‘Range?’ Nasira suggested.
‘Can’t be. Signal’s strong,’ Freeman said. ‘We had cont
