RILEY glanced at Flint. The younger man gave her a quick look before his eyes went to the door of the cabin.
The only light in the room was the lamp on the far side of the room. It was enough to illuminate everything. The television was off and there was no gadget on the coffee table.
It was after midnight. Other than the sound of the nocturnal animal atop the palm trees, it was silent in the dead of the night.
A while ago, Riley offered to be the first watch but Flint refused. It appeared that none of them were planning to sleep despite the long day they had.
Flint stood up and opened the door when he heard a knock.
It was a single tap on the door but it resonated in the silent cabin.
The passive face of Anton Diaz greeted Riley. She motioned at the vacant chair in front of her.
