“He has Isaac's weakness in his clutches."

“It appears that way," Robin said wisely.

“But there is no way of knowing for certain who would come out the victor."

Back on the ship, Camila had been dragged into a different container van.

The first thing she saw was a makeshift bed made of wooden boxes. There were no pillows, just a single quilt. And in the center of the bed was a baby. They had made such a racket upon their entry, yet the baby never stirred. Something was not right.