David ignored him. He said to Kamau, who was standing in the doorway, “Bring the map. Mark our position.”
“Let me make the call, David. My government can airlift us out of here. It’s our only way out. You know it,” Shaw said.
Kamau returned with the map and spread it out on the coffee table, covering Martin’s notes. He pointed at a dot in the water between Spain and Morocco. “We’re here.”
David’s mind raced.
“Fine,” Shaw said flatly. “I’ll say it. Someone killed Martin.”
Every set of eyes in the room went to Shaw. “We all know it. There are three doctors and three soldiers in this room; we all know enough to know that he was murdered. One of us killed him. It wasn’t me, and it wasn’t Kate. So I propose the following: Kate locks herself in the master stateroom with all the guns. We five gentlemen remain here in the upper deck until the SAS soldiers get here. That ensures Kate’s safety.” He focused on David. “Which is our priority, I believe.”
David read Kate’s body language. It said: not a bad idea. It was subtle, but he knew her well enough by now. And it was a good idea: if Shaw could be trusted. But… if he had killed Martin, it would be the perfect trap. Disarm everyone, call in whomever he’s working with and easily capture Kate.
David pointed to a small dot on the map. “What is this?”
“Isla de Alborán,” Kamau said.
“You said in Ceuta that the Immari had taken control of the islands in the Mediterranean.”
“Yes. They have Alborán as well. It is a very small outpost.”
“How small?”
“Tiny. The entire island is less than a tenth of a square kilometer. That would be… maybe fifteen or twenty acres. There is a lighthouse and a building with maybe six guards. A helipad with two large helicopters. Not significant defenses…” He seemed to read David’s mind. “But… it would be difficult to take with only two people.” His eyes cut to Shaw, almost involuntarily.
“Defenses?” David asked.
“Yes, some. A few fixed artillery batteries. We’d have to figure that out. The outpost mainly serves air support to Immari ships that run into trouble. Rescue, fending off pirates.”
“The helicopters are long range?”
“Yes, definitely. There was discussion of having them support the invasion of southern Spain, but they were held back.”
David nodded. That was the good news. If they could take the outpost at Alborán, they could fly anywhere.
Shaw finally broke. “You can’t be serious. You have the option of being airlifted out of here and your choice is to assault an Immari outpost? It’s ludicrous.”
David folded up the map. “It’s what we’re doing. This isn’t a discussion.” He handed the map to Kamau. “Set our course.”
Shaw simply stood there.
“David,” Kate began. The I need to speak with you look was the only cue David needed. He followed her downstairs to their stateroom.
She closed the door gently behind him. “I’m sorry, but I think we have to—”
“I want you to trust me, Kate. Let me do this.” He waited for her.
Slowly, she nodded. “Okay.”
“We’ll reach Alborán inside five hours—assuming whoever is chasing us doesn’t catch us first. We need to figure out who killed Martin before we get there.”
“I agree. But first, I want us to decipher the rest of Martin’s code, then I want to call Continuity and relay our findings. If… something bad happens at Alborán, at least they will have our research. Hopefully they can find a cure.”
This was her deal: David would help her work on a cure and she would go along with his plan—and trust him. Tradeoffs, compromises, trust. This was turning into a real relationship. I’m good with that. I like that. He nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
Dorian rolled over in bed. “Come.”
The door to his room opened, and a shy sailor inched in. He held out a closed envelope.
Dorian snatched it and ripped it open.
Where the hell are you?
Warner close to deciphering code.
Our destination is Isla de Alborán.
ETA 5 hours.
Be there.
Be ready.
CHAPTER 67
Mediterranean Sea
When David and Kate returned to the saloon, the two scientists were there waiting for them, sitting side by side on the white leather couches, placid expressions on their faces, as if the world weren’t dying from a global pandemic and they hadn’t just been accused of murder. David had to marvel at them. He wasn’t sure if he felt envy or sheer surprise at their composure.