“I only noticed it after the last ship left,” Dom says, and I turn back to him, trying to slow my racing thoughts. “Meaning it could have been anyone who left the island?” He nods. “What—they busted up all the equipment and then bailed? To do what—strand you here? Why?” “I don’t know.” “That doesn’t make sense.” “I know it doesn’t.” “You must have some idea of why someone would do that to you.” “No.”
