AFTER LUNCH, WE MET Ben back at the marina. While he and Scooter went to start work on Marjorie Jane, I headed to the lounge to type up my report on Sandy’s abduction. The air conditioning was going full blast, which was a nice relief from the hot, humid afternoon weather. Looking at the gray clouds forming overhead, I figured we were due for the usual afternoon showers. Sitting inside on one of the comfy chairs with my laptop seemed like a good idea.
I kicked off my flip-flops and stretched out my legs on the ottoman. After opening my laptop, I had the funny feeling that someone was staring at me. I looked around but didn’t see anyone. I poked behind the drapes, just in case someone was hiding there. You never know. Puzzled, I walked past the bookshelves to peek out the window. Then I he
