Mariana looked toward the small bed beside her.
Her son was sleeping peacefully, still holding the old stuffed animal he had carried onto the yacht that night.
"Doctors say he is recovering," she whispered.
Santiago nodded.
Then he reached inside his coat.
He placed a small black flash drive on the table.
Mariana looked at it.
"What is that?"
His expression hardened.
"The reason your family will never sleep peacefully again."
She stared at him.
"What are you talking about?"
Santiago took a deep breath.