Thirteen
Sunday, December 19
Bailey's Key
As Eva boarded the Aggressor with Charlie, Rascal at their heels, she gasped at the mess. The boat had been ransacked. All the cabinets and drawers were open, their contents spilled everywhere.
Charlie picked up a navy-blue pillow that had been slashed open, all the stuffing pulled out of it. “They were looking for something,” he said. “All the firearms are gone, but it’s more than that. No one hides a gun in a decorative pillow.”
Eva decided right then that she would have to trust Charlie with everything she knew. Well, almost everything. Mel had said Charlie was a good man who had earned the Air Force Cross in Vietnam. Eva just hoped he was a man of honor.
They sat down on the now-bare benches of the dinette table. The inlay of the table—a
