The woman’s eyes widened. “You’re Martin’s daughter.”
She turned to the raptor. “You don’t have to come with me.” Dinosaur Island -1994-
Somewhere on this island, there was a radio. Somewhere, a boat. And somewhere, the person—or people—who had murdered her father. The woman’s eyes widened
Harriman shrugged. “Your money. But the crew calls this stretch the Devil’s Jaw for a reason. Charts don’t match reality out here. Compasses spin. Radio goes to static.” He tapped the rail. “And three other boats have gone looking for that island since ‘89. None came back.” Somewhere, a boat
Lena blinked. “A what?”
“Velociraptor. Hatchery 4, 1988 clutch. He’s had it since it was a hatchling. Trained it, or thinks he has. It’s the only thing on this island that won’t kill him on sight.” Kellerman’s voice dropped to a whisper. “But it will kill you.”