Chapter 43
Remi crossed her arms over her chest. “I get that you don’t remember being you, but that doesn’t mean you’re not acting like yourself.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Britt asked, stalking around the room for what felt like the hundredth time.
“Whenever you’re pacing around like this, quiet and lost in your thoughts, it only means one thing.”
“And that would be?” Britt asked, disturbed by the woman’s insights.
“You have a plan. One you think is better than the one being implemented. So, why don’t you do us both a favor and let me in on what it is,” Remi said. “If you think the guys got it wrong, tell me. Better yet, we need to confirm if you’re right and get word to them.”
“I can’t trust myself. Or my thoughts. I don’t know if this nagging feeling inside me is worth following up on or just a confused distraction,” Britt said, pouring out her fears to Remi. The last thing she wanted was to make a mistake that could distract the Stingray team from helping Lachlan.
“So it’s a feeling? Not a memory.”
“What does that matter?”
“It’s critical, Britt. Your memories are a fucked up mess. But your feelings. Your intuition. They’ve been spot on from the moment you got back to St. Felipe. You can’t ignore those. So which is it?”
Britt took a deep breath. “They’re missing a location. I don’t think they’ll find Lachlan at the places Bobby found. Problem is, I don’t know where I think they should go. I can’t remember!” Now, it was her turn to send a chair hurling toward the floor.
“Let’s try this a different way. When did you first get the feeling?” Remi asked as she fixed their third cup of coffee.
“The call letters for Alejandro’s plane … something about that felt right and wrong at the same time,” Britt admitted, taking the coffee from Remi. Amazingly, the woman knew exactly how she liked her coffee, just as Lachlan had.
Remi nodded slowly, walking away from Britt, deep in thought. Britt watched as she moved around the room, then headed to the computer terminal where Sebastian had typed in the information to track Alejandro’s plane. “Come here, Britt.”
She moved slowly toward Remi, stopping next to her.
“Place your hands on the keyboard. Don’t think. Just type,” Remi said.
Britt looked at Remi, encouraged by the confidence in her gaze. “I guess there’s nothing to lose.” Her fingers moved automatically, typing six digits quickly. She stared at the alphanumeric digits on the screen. Remi reached around her and pressed the enter button.
“Now, we wait,” Remi said.
“That’s the call number for my dad’s private plane. I always knew where he was at all times—”
“Your dad had flown back to Miami before he was killed, right?”
Britt nodded, ignoring the sadness swirling within her.
“So why does this show the plane at a private airfield on Dove Island?”
“Dove Island?” Britt looked up at the screen, touching it to zoom in closer. “Says it landed two hours ago.”
“Just enough time for an attack team to be deployed to St. Felipe, don’t you think?”
“And much closer to here. If I’m right, Lachlan could be on Dove Island with Quattro right now.”
“We have to get word to Everett.” Remi reached for her phone.
“No.” Britt gripped her wrist.
“Why not?” Remi asked.
“Because I could be wrong. If we tell them my hunch and there’s nobody on Dove Island, I will have taken them away from Lachlan when he needed them most. I can’t take that chance,” Britt said.
“But what chance do you want to take instead?”
“I need to get to Dove Island. If there are signs that I’m right, I’ll call you, and you can alert the team. If I’m wrong, I’ll be back within the hour.”
“And how do you expect to get to Dove Island at this time of night?”
Britt bit her bottom lip. “Didn’t you say you and Bobby sailed over from St. Basil?”
Remi groaned, covering her face. “Fine. But you better keep in touch with me. I want regular updates, or I’m calling the guys. Deal?”
“Deal.” Britt held out her open palm.
Remi reached into her pocket and dropped her car keys into Britt’s hands. “I’ll text the captain to let him know where you’re headed.”
Britt pivoted toward the door.
“Not so fast, friend,” Remi said. “You need to make a stop at the armory first.”