Eighteen
Sunday, December 19
Bailey's Key
Eva wiped her mouth. She’d just thrown up in a trash bin aboard the Aggressor, from a combination of nerves and not eating. She was filled with foreboding. She couldn’t just sit there and wait for her next opportunity to talk to Julian. She had to do something.
Beside her, Charlie offered her a can of diet soda then popped open another for himself. Eva shook her head. “Those can’t be good for you. If you turn into an aluminum can, I told you so.” She held up a finger. “But that gives me an idea.”
She called Captain Owens on her mobile. She wouldn’t risk being overheard on the radio for this conversation.
He answered. “Hey, Eva."
“Hey. You want to take the Denise 2 out again?”
“Absolutely. When do you want to go?” Owens asked.
Eva had been
