BEN WAVED ME OVER WHEN I came out of the office. He held up a can of beer. “Want one?”
“Uh, no thanks. It’s a little early for me.”
He chuckled. “It’s always five o’clock somewhere.”
“Have you seen Scooter?” I asked.
“He went up to Melvin’s Marine Emporium to get a catalog,” he said after taking a sip of beer.
I noticed Ben was wearing another pirate-themed T-shirt. This one let me know that drinking rum before noon made you a pirate. I had the feeling this was Ben’s personal motto. He drained his can, then patted the chair next to him. “Come on, have a seat. I could use the company.”
“I guess the events of last night have hit everyone hard,” I said, assuming that was the reason he was cracking open another beer. “I still can’t believe Captain Dan was murdered on our boat.” I pulled
