Forty-Two
Monday, December 20
Offshore of Roatan
The Dolorosa did successfully make it to Parrot Tree—but that was only a little over a third of the distance from Old Port Royal Bay back to Cleo’s home at RIMS. The injured dolphin was exhausted, and so was Thomas. He hadn’t slept the night before while traveling, and he was no longer a young buck in his twenties like when he was on the teams and in medical school; he was on the other side of forty and needed his rest.
They had to find a place to hide. But not in the Dolorosa—not when Julian, with all his resources, could afford to search until dawn. And even in another boat, they couldn’t be out on the open water; they’d be obvious out this late.
They ditched the Dolorosa behind a small key close to Parrot Tree, then swam the short di
