Twelve
Sunday, December 19
Bailey's Key
Eva sped on her Vespa toward RIMS. She weaved dangerously in and out of the traffic, sparks of terror clouding her vision until she found it almost impossible to keep focused on the road ahead of her.
I’m no good dead, she reminded herself, slowing down and concentrating on her driving.
At RIMS, she found Gilberto waiting for her at the security booth, with Rascal at his side. As Eva walked her scooter over to the parking lot, Gilberto limped along beside her.
“Axel and Jose found something on Bailey's Key and called me in,” he said. “I can take you over there.”
Eva’s heart dropped. “Is it mamá?”
Gilberto’s eyebrows lifted. “Romina? Why would you ask that?”
Eva shook her head. “I’ll tell you on the boat ride. What is it? Did something happen
