Twenty-Seven
Monday, December 20
Bailey's Key
Eva woke to a soft knock at the door and the sound of Owens whispering.
“Eva. It’s three o’clock.”
Eva cursed under her breath. “Three? My watch was supposed to start at two.”
“I was trying to let you get more sleep. I kept awake as long as I could, but then started to nod off.”
Eva shook her head. Owens had no clue what she had planned, and he was just trying to be kind. But now she didn’t have much time before dawn.
Yawning, she exited her office, quietly closed the door behind her, and went with Owens to the conference room.
“Anything to report?” she said.
“Nope. The Denise 2 hasn’t picked up any boat traffic in our area, and the Tesoro is still at the Parrot Tree marina.”
“Thanks, Owens. I’ll take over from here.”
“Okay if I jus
