Around ten the next morning, Mr. Tage summoned all the guests back into the dining hall for breakfast.

“Just to be clear, I will not allow any more fighting,” Mr. Tage said. “Will all guests comply?”

Several nods and mutterings to the affirmative seemed to satisfy Mr. Tage.

“This will be a working breakfast. Based on what we know and what Black Iris has gathered, Jeremiah may be on the move,” Mr. Tage said.

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“My father has been constructing something on an island off the coast of Africa for years,” Melissa said.

“What’s he constructing?” Mr. Tage said.

Everyone in the room was looking at Melissa. “I know little, but he’s sunk billions . . .” She trailed off, lost in thought. I will be selective on what I give Black Iris. There are few I can trust in this room.

“Even if we find this place, we still need an ingress point,” Hunter demanded.

“That’s right. You also need to seize control of Leviathan. This will take more than brute force. An analytical mind,” Melissa said.

“Sounds like we need multiple teams,” Mr. Tage said.