Chapter 91
They made it to the port in Maine just as dawn was breaking.
The boat was waiting. Small fishing vessel. Nothing fancy. But seaworthy. Capable of making the journey to Iceland.
The captain was waiting. Old man. Grizzled. Asked no questions when Adrian handed him cash.
"Get on," the captain said. "We leave in five minutes."
They started loading. The baby. Their bags. Her father, still weak but mobile.
Adrian was carrying the last bag when his phone rang.
Not the burner. His old phone. The one he'd thrown out the window hours ago.
Except it wasn't thrown out. It was in Dmitri's pocket. Dmitri had grabbed it. Kept it.
And now it was ringing.
"Don't answer it," she said. "It's probably Maria..."
"It's not Maria's number." Adrian looked at the screen. Went pale. "It's the
