AFTER THE BARBECUE, Scooter and I went back to Marjorie Jane for sundowners. “You wait here in the cockpit. I’ll go down and fix us some drinks,” I said. I listened to Scooter humming away happily to himself while I cut up a lime for the gin and tonics.
It was nice to see my husband so happy. He had received a call earlier in the day about a potential new business opportunity that had him excited about the future. Hopefully, that meant Marjorie Jane wouldn’t be occupying all his time anymore. With Scooter busy, I would be able to put my investigative skills to good use unraveling the case of the poached fish, or look for another story to pursue for FAROUT, or just enjoy a well-deserved rest. It would be a nice change from finding dead bodies. But tonight was for celebrating, not thinking
