Thirty-Six
And that was how the famous Lost Harbor Boat Lift took place. It took the fleet hours to get all the ill residents of the compound into the dinghies and onto the boats. One by one, the Lost Harbor fishermen chugged at top speed toward home, where every fire engine, ambulance, and police car awaited them, their lights flashing on the boardwalk as if a carnival had moved in.
Maya Badger ordered everyone to use the proper biohazard suits, or some homemade approximation. Lulu spotted everything from bandanas to carpenter’s masks. She stuck with her blindfold, considering it good luck at this point. She gave Tristan her gag, which he scowled at with such fury that she was surprised it didn’t burst into flames.
He glared even more when he saw the bruise purpling her cheek. “That ba
