And up above, the churning propeller noise of destroyers. She sees white plumes blossoming around the black hull, hears metal screaming: depth charges. Rebus is plummeting towards them, streams of oil and wreckage trailing behind. She does not know if it is a crash dive or just a crash. In the threshing sound of the pursuing ships and the swirling waters, she hears Smith’s voice say: "Got you!"