Lyra had paid extra for the revision.
She put her finger on the date while Drake compared the pale crown of rock with the view ahead.
“Independent confirmation,” she said. “The harbor office checked the lower guide.”
“I can read the date.”
“The earlier sheet agrees on this point.”
“And neither agrees with the water.”
She heard carelessness in his tone before she heard what he had said. He had spent half the previous night comparing soundings. There was nothing careless about the way his thumb rested beside the current line.
She took her finger off the seal.
