Twenty-Two
Sunday, December 19
Bailey's Key
Eva watched as Charlie cleaned the CobiX that he and Luis Junior had caught. “Looks like we have a plan for supper,” she said. But eating was the last thing on her mind. She was worried sick, not only for her mother, but for Cleo.
Rascal boarded the Aggressor to check out the monster catch. Carlos the chihuahua ran over to greet him, and Rascal fell down on the deck in a submissive gesture, letting the smaller dog sniff him. But other than the dogs, it was just Charlie and Eva on the deck, and Eva took advantage of the opportunity to speak without the kids around.
“Charlie… I know there’s some past between you and Mel and Julian. The way you talk about him… it’s obvious the bad blood runs deep. I think it’s time you told me exactly what’s go
