Alden explained that despite the attempts to find out more about the Trident and its sinking, nobody had actually discovered much. “Whatever was in the vault of that ship,” Alden whispered, leaning closer, “hasn’t seen daylight.” His tone carried a warning, stirring a tension Rowan couldn’t easily set aside.
Rowan left unsettled. If the company had suppressed information, what was at the stamped address? And who had thrown the key and the rest into the sea disguised as a clam? Could someone connected to the captain have intended it for a specific person, or simply wanted it lost forever?