With a concussion, Emerson was supposed to minimize eyestrain. Instead, she stared at screens in an attempt to finalize things and move them forward. The sultry voice of Lana Del Rey played on low from the speaker on her phone perched on the desk beside her. Her fingers absently scrolled and clicked on the laptop she’d managed to grab from her villa only moments prior to her departure.
You’ll want to read this...
Typical clickbait. Easy to ignore, until the sender handle caught her eye. A trusted friend from her early Captain days had sent her something. Perhaps it was a picture of Roger; she’d gone a suspiciously long time without seeing a picture of the beloved Dalmatian. Tawny-colored eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she clicked the subject line.
Inside was a clickable link to another party with a login. A ‘borrowed’ login and password easily entered and her phone rang beside her. Same friend.
“Yes, I’m looking now. What is it that I’m looking at?” she asked. “I’m not sure when I’ll have time to participate in any silly auction. I’ve got a lot on my plate right now.”
“I don’t know how to tell you, Tulach, but...I got the link from Ford himself. He’s selling coordinates. They’re to your father’s island. He’s betrayed your family.”
Emerson nearly dropped the phone in shock as the dollar sign ticked higher and higher. Bids. The dark grey and violet numbers mocked her and she stood up quickly, cradling the phone between her cheek and her shoulder as she stood up. Her first move needed to be to tell Roman. Tell Genevieve. Tell her sister. Tell Miles. Tell Kaileb. Tell every Tulach.
“I want you to sound the alarm, Beckett. I want you to call everyone in Oceania. If he’s there, I want you to hold him. Alive.” Her next move would be to call her sister and get that crew on it as well. She quickly disconnected the call and hit the speed-dial on her phone for her father.
“Da? It’s me. We’ve got a big problem.”