Chapter 15
“Got you tracked,” Rikka finally returned to the phone.
“Still here,” Kate responded but could tell that the signal was fading already.
“You’re offshore. International waters. Passing ninety-two-point-seven-two kilometers due east of the Cape Hatteras lighthouse. Since they moved the lighthouse four-hundred-and-sixty meters inland in 1999, that puts you into international waters by—”
“Rikka!” Kate shouted at the phone through the tiny hatch that was becoming decidedly claustrophobic with Harold leaning close enough to…well, close enough for it to be weird that they were still dressed.
“Sorry. No need to get so all fired up about it. You’re aboard…” more computer keys in the background. Then a long pause.
“Would you like us to come get you?”
“Please.”
“Okay, it means I’ll
