Forty
Monday, December 20
Old Port Royal Bay
Thomas and Oliver climbed the stairs, only to run into the same steward in the hallway above, holding two bottles of beer and looking around curiously. He must have decided to investigate when Thomas didn’t emerge from the bathroom. Now Thomas would probably have to take the man down.
Thomas smiled broadly. “Ah, thank you for the beers,” he said, beckoning the man toward him. He didn’t even bother to try to speak Spanish now. The ruse was over.
Sure enough, the steward went wide-eyed at the sight of Oliver; clearly he recognized the ranger and knew what was up. But before he could shout an alarm, Oliver lunged forward, knocking the man out.
They decided it was best not to leave him in the hall where he would be immediately discovered, so t
