Fifteen
Sunday, December 19
Bailey's Key
Charlie patted Eva’s arm. “For your first time, you did good, Eva. Up until that last part where you flipped your lid, you sounded like a pro.”
Eva dropped back into the Aggressor’s captain’s chair. It was all she could do not to scream. No matter what Charlie said, she knew she had done horribly. Julian had never even told her whether mamá was all right. Eva could only imagine what he might be doing to her mother aboard the Tesoro in retribution for her outburst.
“I failed, Charlie. I got nothing. Nothing!”
Charlie shook his head. “That’s not true at all. I’ll admit you lost your cool, but we did get some information.”
“Information?” said Eva. “What information?”
“You learned that there is more to this than we thought. You believed Julian j
