“Captain!” Vincent Park hurried over, his black leather jacket hanging open to reveal a crisp suit and white collared shirt beneath it. “The crew is about to pull it up.” I squinted at him. “Doesn’t Agent Harris wear a jacket just like that?” Vincent scowled. “Thank you, Agent Park,” Blythe said, ignoring me. He held out a dripping wet camera. “The divers are done taking photos.” Claiming the camera, Blythe waved him away. As he hastened back toward a group of crew members and agents, she turned on the camera. “So?” I prompted, vibrating with curiosity. “What is all this?” “A bounty hunter
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