move, analyzing his actions through the new, terrifying lens of the truth. When he said he w
I fo
tch, sweat pouring down my face, but the image of him with the satellite phone pushed me forward. The j
al sites, now repurposed for survival. A broken twig here, a footprint in the soft earth there. He was moving
I almost turned back, defeated, but then I saw it. A faint, perfectly straight seam in the moss,
I pushed, and a section of the rock wall
caught in
th smooth, metallic panels and recessed lighting. It was a shor
one of the screens, a live satellite feed showed a weather map of the region. On another, a grid of small windows displayed security camera footag
a. He wasn't just my c
I dove behind a stack of supply crates just as Jax'
voice, clear as a
rtwatch is completely
gave her was a dummy, identical in every way, but with a faulty emergency transmitter. It was designed to fail after
ust ignored, it was sabotaged from the beginning. They hadn' t just abandoned m
ad after being missing for this long, Dad will have no choice but to sign the inheritance t
m. They weren't just trying to steal my inher
is voice softer now, with an edge of somethin
rittany's tone becam
st make sure it's clean. No traces. T
e betrayal. He wasn't some nameless wild man. He was Jason Col
ht I was a helpless pawn in their game. But I wasn't. I was an architect. I built
l depression was forming a few hundred miles offshore. The forecast models s
computer science electives. I knew about data manipulation, about how small input changes
Jax-Jason-was still talking to Brittany, their vo
st model. It was a complex system, but the principles were simple. I started subtly altering the atmospheric pressure
ital illusion. I was
howed the tropical depression rapidly intensifying into a hurricane. A m
but if a rescue agency or even a civilian vessel saw a hurricane warning for an island with a known, active-though now silent-emergency
ker, my heart hammering against my ribs. I pulled the ro
ng. I had created a phantom hurricane. Now, I just