Chapter 57

[Atlas]

The early morning air is cold and crisp as Clark and I wait for any sign of “The Angel.” It should have returned two days ago, but something must have delayed it. A feeling of fear and dismay has been gnawing at my nerves the longer this drags out. Something tells me Cordelia needs me, needs us.

But we will be unable to do anything if we cannot find what island she is on. Our investigations have narrowed the location down to 6 potential locations either on or near Catalina Island. We tried to go to the police to help, but they couldn’t do anything until we confirmed where she was being held and that she was there under duress. Without those bits of evidence, for all they know she is just hanging around having a nice, sunny vacation.

Clark taps my shoulder and points at the horizon. A smallish white boat is moving closer to the dock. As it approaches, the name Angel becomes visible on its bow.

Thank God!

Clark has readied a micro drone that will attach itself to the boat an