Chapter 7

He needed my face in the picture.

That was the only reason I was still alive.

The muzzle stayed pressed against the base of my skull.

I didn't move my feet.

My bad leg was trembling from exhaustion, but I kept my weight planted on the rock.

"I found something in the cave," I said, keeping my voice low.

The muzzle pressed harder, enough to hurt. "Turn around."

"Names. Dates. Things Luca won't want left on this island."

The pressure of the gun eased.

The man with the flashlight hurried back up the slope, his boots crunching on the dry…