Page 92 of Uncharted

The note from Rocky’s tuxedo.

The real Pink Phoenix and the fake one too.Not that I can tell them apart.

The two creepy stalker photos and the adult magazines they were found in.

The broken motherboard.

The note from the trash, with the unreadable smeared-ink writing.

“It’s too bad we can’t fingerprint things. What else are we missing?” Haley’s got her notebook out and is chewing on the end of the pen. She pulls it out of her mouth and looks around the room. “Bad habit, sorry.”

“Not that bad.” Easton kisses the side of her neck.

We’ve finished an early dinner and are taking just a few minutes getting things together before we head back to the beach.

“What about Easton’s sticking door?” Dante points at Easton.

“Right. We should rip off the door and see why it’s sticking. No time like the present,” Easton says.

“You’ve got a toolbox in the toy hauler room?” Dante asks me.

“Yeah, want some help?” I push back.

“No, you keep working on Rocky’s notes. Golden Wonder and I have this.” Dante hangs his arm over Easton’s shoulders. They take off down the back stairs, leaving Haley and me laughing. Calvin and Sam are around the corner, muttering about the wires they’re fixing, and there’s a low static hum to the VHF radio on the side table behind me.

I pinch my forehead and copy some of the notes from Rocky’s book. There’s a lot of numbers. Easton left the stack of printouts on the table too. I’ve scanned them, but I can’t find anything that lines up.

Haley’s switching between looking at the pictures and at Waldo’s book. “Sam, you have copies of our passports, right?”

He ducks his head around the corner. “Yes.”

“Can I grab them? I just want to look at the pictures.”

“I mean, normally no. But at this point, sure. I’ll get them.” Sam puts down his wire snips.

“No, I can do it. Are they in the file cabinet in your cabin?” Haley’s up.

“Top drawer. It’s unlocked.” Sam nods and is back at work already, with Calvin directing him.

Haley returns with a pile of folders. She pulls everyone’s picture page—that is, everyone who’s not here—out. “I’m just wondering if I can match one of the girls to someone. What if it’s not some crazy stalker but a relative?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a sister. She’d be gutted if that was the photo I took with me to hang in my cabin. It’s not really a flattering photo. But it’s worth a look. The girl on the cot has a distinctive nose.”

“I guess you’re right.” Haley spreads her pictures across the table, then holds the photos up next to each passport photo. I watch her for a while, but then I’m back to Rocky’s numbers.

Dante and Easton thunder up the stairs, and Easton drops seven large washers into the pile. They roll and then wobble until they are flat, lying amongst the diamonds and stickers.

“What the hell are those?” Calvin’s leaning back in his seat, peering around the corner.

Dante steps closer to Calvin and Sam. “Those were built into the doorframe of not only Easton’s room but Emily’s too. Someone was trying to keep them locked in their rooms. The ones in Emily’s room had slid, causing the door to not stick. But the other room, the one Easton was sleeping in, those were jammed in there tightly. We pulled a couple other doorframes apart, but they’re all fine.”

“Someone was trying to kill my sister and me.” Easton’s eyes narrow when he sees the passport photos. He jabs at the table. “One of these people.”

“Hold up,” Calvin says, leaning back in his chair again to see around the corner. “Those were most definitely there the whole time. I or someone else would have noticed the finish work of the yacht being off.”

Sam ducks around the corner. “I did a full walkthrough with the shipyard. One of the many things on the checklist was checking all the doors. They all passed. But we didn’t take possession until the next day. They were still working on trying to get as much of the interior furniture placement done.”

“So it happened after the checklist and before you left the shipyard.” Easton runs his hand through his hair. “But this was intentional.”

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