Page 44 of Emi's Hero

Sachie read through the notes, starting with Emi’s description of the yacht. She condensed some of it, skimming over the parts where she’d been blindfolded and going quickly through the lower deck and the main cabin.

When she got to Emi’s description of the helm, she opened a page on her pad and showed the people in the room and on the monitor Emi’s drawing of the writing on the steering wheel.

“Because Emi drew this with her eyes closed, it’s distorted,” Sachie said.

“The first letter is clearly an R,” George said.

“Agreed,” Sachie said.

“The second one is a loop like a cursive, lower-case E,” Hawk said.

“The third letter could be a lowercase cursive N, U or V.”

“That last letter is a lowercase A,” Sachie said.

“Reva,” Kyla said. “The yacht is made by Reva. I’ve been on one. Reva’s logo is its four-letter name in cursive.”

An image flashed onto the screen with an uppercase R and eva in lowercase cursive. “This is Reva’s logo,” Kyla said.

Emi nodded. “That’s what it looked like on the yacht.”

“So, we have a manufacturer,” Swede said. “If Reva isn’t a popular brand, we can narrow down the list of potential owners.”

“You have more notes,” Hawk said, pointing to Sachie’s pad. “What else do you have?”

She turned to a page with pencil lines drawn like a maze and held it up for all to see, including the two on the monitor. “This is amockup of the path Emi took to get from her cell to the compound’s courtyard.”

Sachie pointed to thicker lines along the path. “These are doors along the corridor. Emi thinks the one at this junction leads into the mountain. She saw it open one day and said it smelled damp and earthy. That might not help you find it from the outside, but you might need this drawing to locate the room Emi and Sara lived in for so long. And it might help you find your way back out.”

Emi stared at the drawing. “That’s pretty accurate. How do you do that?”

“It took practice,” Sachie said with a smile for Emi. Turning to the men, she said, “One other thing Emi said was Fallon recently installed a new security system.” She pointed at the corners in the bunker corridor drawing. “The cameras were mounted in the places of the original ones. They had blinking blue lights at the center of what looked like an eye.”

“A great reminder that eyes were on us anytime we left our room,” Emi said.

Sachie turned her pad toward Emi. “Is this what it looked like?”

Emi stared down at the thin black lines of a hand-drawn eye and nodded. “Almost exactly like that.”

Sachie showed the eye image to everyone in the room and on the monitor.

“I took a screenshot of the yacht name, the corridor map, and the all-seeing eye,” Swede said.

Kyla smirked. “So did I.”

“We’ll do some research to find all the people in Hawaii who own that brand of yacht,” Swede said.

“I’ll start work on identifying the eye logo and company that supplied the hardware,” Swede said. “Then I’ll crosscheck that brand with the people in Hawaii who purchased the system recently.”

“Anything else from the session?” Hawk asked Sachie.

“No,” Sachie said. “If you’re done with me, I need to get home and let my dog out.”

“Go,” Hawk said. “You’ve been very helpful. Thank you for dropping everything and paying a house call.”

“My pleasure.” Sachie turned to Emi. “Will you walk me out?”

Emi’s eyes widened. “Yes, yes, of course,” she said, wondering what else Sachie had to say she didn’t want the others to hear.

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