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I’ll take this opportunity to visit our captain. If you decide against collecting Reston’s book, I’ll step aside. I said before that you had no choice, but that was my dramatic side showing, I suppose; there’s always a choice.”
    On that, Trent turned and walked to the front of the cabin and slipped behind the curtain without a backward glance.

FOUR
    John broke the silence about two seconds after Trent left the cabin.
    “To hell with this,” he said, looking as pissed off as Rebecca had ever seen him. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m not all that happy about being played like this—I’m not here to be Mr. Trent’s boy, and I don’t trust him. I say we get him to talk about Umbrella, tell us what he knows about our team in Europe—and if he gives us one more say-nothing answer, we should drop-kick his evasive ass out the damned door.”
    Rebecca knew he was royally ticked, but she couldn’t help herself. “Yeah, John, but how do you really feel?”
    He glared in her direction—and then grinned, and somehow, that broke the tension for all of them. It was as though they all remembered how to breathe again at the same time; the unexpected visit from their mysterious benefactor had made it hard for a few moments to remember much of anything.
    “We’ve got John’s vote,” David said. “Claire? I know you were worried about Chris…”
    Claire nodded slowly. “Yeah. And I want to see him again, as soon as possible…”
    “But,” David said, coaxing the rest of it out.
    “But—I think he’s telling the truth. About them being okay, I mean.”
    Leon was nodding. “I do, too. John’s right about him being slick—but I don’t think he was lying, about anything. He didn’t tell us a lot, but I didn’t get the impression that he was bullshitting us with what he would say.”
    David turned toward her. “Rebecca?”
    She sighed, shaking her head. “Sorry, John, but I agree. I think he’s got some credibility; he’s helped us before, in his own weird way, and the fact that he’s here, unarmed, says something—”
    “—it says he’s a dumbass,” John muttered darkly, and Rebecca punched him lightly on the arm, realizing suddenly, intuitively, why John was so reluctant to accept Trent’s word.
    Trent wasn’t intimidated by him
    She was sure of it; she knew John well enough to know that Trent’s indifference would absolutely push his buttons.
    Choosing her words carefully, keeping her tone light, Rebecca grinned at him. “I think you just hate the fact that he’s not scared of your big scary self, John. Most people would’ve wet their pants with you towering over them.”
    It was the right thing to say. John frowned thoughtfully, then shrugged. “Yeah, well, maybe. I still don’t trust him, though.”
    “I don’t think any of us should,” David said. “He’s keeping an awful lot to himself for someone who wants our help. The question is, do we seek out this Reston, or do we continue with our original plans?”
    No one spoke for a moment, and Rebecca could see that no one wanted to say it—to acknowledge that if Trent was telling the truth, there was no reason to go to Europe. She didn’t want to say it, either; somehow, it felt like a betrayal of Jill and Chris and Barry, like, “we’ve found something better to do than come to your aid.”
    But if they don’t need us…
    Rebecca decided that she may as well go first. “If this place is as easy as he says… when would we ever have another chance like this?”
    Claire was biting at her lip, looking unhappy. Looking torn. “If we found that book of codes, we’d have something to take with us to Europe. Something that could really make a difference.”
    “If we find the book,” John said, but Rebecca could see that the idea was growing on him.
    “It could be a turning point,” David said softly. “It would knock the odds against us down from a million to one to perhaps only a few thousand.”
    “I have to