Twenty-Eight
Monday, December 20
Offshore of Roatan
Owens had let Eva drive the Denise 2 many times, but only as a co-pilot; she’d never been on the sub alone. Despite knowing what to do, it was hard to manage alone at night, and Eva began to doubt her plan. But it was too late to turn back. It was now past four in the morning, and the sun would be up soon. She was running out of time.
Occasionally she caught Cleo’s form in the video feed, but for the most part, she was met with only darkness ahead. That was good; if the dolphin insisted on accompanying her, Eva hoped she would stay behind, following along.
In the cold darkness, Eva lost sense of space and time. The cockpit became damp and chilly. In one straightaway, after passing the 1912 shipwreck, Eva risked removing her hands fro
