Thirty-Eight
Monday, December 20
Old Port Royal Bay
Cleo stood guard as Thomas climbed up the ladder to the big boat that held Eva’s mother. She hoped he would get her off of there and away from those bad men who had tried to drown Eva. She was ready to help Romina swim, too, if need be.
Cleo looked from side to side and sent out echolocation clicks, surveilling the area. That young Lusca that Thomas had hit with his stick had fled, but it would come back—she just knew it. She looked down at the divers on the bottom, but although she sensed they were afraid, they didn’t look like they had any interest in exiting the water. That was foolish, but there was nothing she could do for them except stand watch.
She hung out just under the boat, keeping an eye on her surroundings and wondering
